This is wrong on so many levels

Want to make friends with him?



Wear these to my house:



Yes folk, those are actual beef jerky underwear or, as the creators call it, "meat haute couture".

For more information go here: http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=6216878

Your Mother Won't Know You: Goodbye Mr. Bubble

Bad corporate decision making sends another childhood icon down the drain. From the New York Times Dealbook (http://dealbook.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/08/06/pop-goes-mr-bubble/?hp):

Ascendia Brands filed for bankruptcy protection Tuesday evening, with hopes of finding a buyer for the company, whose brands include Mr. Bubble and the breath freshener Binaca.

The last time I used Mr. Bubble was sometime in the 60s, I would have been about 8 years old. I remember pleading with my mother for months to buy a box of Mr. Bubble. When she finally agreed I couldn't wait to get home and jump in the tub. And jump I did. And frolic. And play. And get a nose bleed and a skin rash. Whatever they were putting in this stuff in the late 60s was apparently too harsh for my still hairless and tender skin. I, of course, didn't want to believe it was Mr. Bubble--it was probably that stupid washcloth; maybe the tooth powder (yes, tooth powder). Yes, I was quite sure it was the tooth powder. I cried like a baby when my mother dumped the rest of the box of Mr. Bubble down the sink (I don't know why she didn't just toss it in the trash, but my mother was all about dumping things down the sink or the toliet--like my deceased pet turtle).

Anyway, here's to Mr. Bubble, we hardly knew ye....

Illustration Friday: Sail

I was on the phone with tech support while doodling. The sail boat came first--then the mountains. The clouds were the most fun.

This is an old school pencil sketch. I used a 0.5 mm Techniclick II mechanical pencil and a Pentel Clicks Eraser (for the clouds). It was draw on a page of my soft cover Moleskine notebook.

Your comments are appreciated. Click the image to see it larger.

Illustration Friday: Canned

Canned.

Canned?

Seriously?

Interesting word. It wasn't until I was driving to the Corporate Behemoth this morning that I thought about things in a can. My son's last band's tag line was 'better than sex in a can'. I thought about 'Whoop Ass Creative' in a can. But it wasn't until I was watching Senator Obama on some news show that I thought sheesh, this guy is a great speaker--dynamic, enthusiastic, quick on his feet. Essentially all the things Senator McCain is not. This isn't to say who is the better candidate, I don't like either of them for different reasons. But if the election comes down to personality, as they often do, Obama will win.

Anyway, this illustration is about the heretofore unknown secret weapon in Obama's medicine cabinet. The 3d can, background, and text, was created in Illustrator CS. The not-so-good likeness of Senator Obama was drawn in Flash.

As always, your comments are encouraged.

Tired of High Gas Prices, Call Nancy 202-225-4965

Progressive Democrat and Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi refuses to allow a debate to expand offshore drilling to come up on the house floor. Pelosi and her equally partisan troll Harry Ried, (Democratic U.S. Senate Majority Leader) are ignoring the will of their party members (somewhat surprising), the Republican party (no surprise there) and the American people (again, no surprise there). Pelosi and Ried, would rather you and I continue to pay back breaking prices for fuel rather than reach across the aisle and work with the Republicans. She and Ried are invoking parliamentary procedures to avoid the discussion—much like spoilt birthday childen screaming ‘it’s our party and you have to do as we say’.

Read the rest here

A couple of new commentary pieces from moi

Shock Bracelets: Coming Soon To an Airline Near You?

Old and Qualified versus Change and Inexperience

at my Commentary blog located here T-files

Sara @ the mall