18 December 2006

24 20s-something

within The Family, father cupcake is best known for his adept photoshopped superimposement of heads and his clever card-making skills. this year, the father cupcake stepped it up a notch, creating a calendar- entitled caroline, still in her twenties- devoted to the chronicling of my twenty-something life through 1920s vintage photographs. it's beyond words. but the spirit is captured with this one.

24 comments:

nick said...

somehow i feel i should be taking issue with this. hmmm....

oline said...

this is in july, silly LG. things start picking up around october-december.

Les Savy Ferd said...

any pirates in that there calendar?

oline said...

no pirates, but i think you're lurking in the background in one of the shots of my many adventures. you'll have to come find yourself. undoubtedly, croftie's there... and she's got a kitty in her lap.

nick said...

it's like the where's waldo of homemade calendars!

Les Savy Ferd said...

say now, this pirate does not lurk! he does daring deeds and buckles swashes and the like. lurking is what scary grad students do in dimly lit on-campus cafes, stalking potential academic prey.

oline said...

oh there you are, pirate. buckling and swashing about. i just didn't recognize you underneath all the makeup and the stolen treasure and jewels and such.

Bombsy said...

oh ohh am i there? is the pillbox there? IS CHIPOTLE THERE?

oline said...

you're there bombsy. chipotle, unfortunately, is not. probably because that glory cannot be expressed in calendrical form.

Clark MF Price said...

If only I could be Cardboard Box Porridge Pot Man. He even has big ears like me.

Clark MF Price said...

But a heisting cowboy outlaw is way cool too. Oh too much to choose from.

oline said...

what of the little boy clown choir?!

Les Savy Ferd said...

is it just me or is the guy being held-up in frame three raising his hand rather pathetically as if asking to be shot? "Um, mr cowboy-man, may I, uh, uh, um, please be the victim, sir?"

Clark MF Price said...

Little Pagliacci clowns scare the crap out of me. Maybe it is Pagliaccios. No clue.

oline said...

paglia-whatie?

though i am most definately not the badly hatted dame, i think perhaps the cowboy here was meant to be the LG, which would make "um, mr cow-boy man" le i'odot, which would be most appropriate.

oline said...

i am deconstructing the narrative of a homemade calendar. that is sick.

Clark MF Price said...

I am sorry. "Pagliacci clowns" is redundant. Pagliacci means "clowns" in Italian. The time I first heard of the Opera was from Seinfeld. It was 'Crazy' Joe Davola's favorite Opera. ANNNND I'm done.

oline said...

clown clowns. that makes them sound a little less horror-full.

Les Savy Ferd said...

no, it doesn't. it doubles their creepiness, no it in fact extends their horror-full-ness to the second power (^2). I'm with Barry, clowns (and their scary music) give me a bottle-brush tail and send me running from the room like it was on fire.

Panic at the DougO

oline said...

panic at the dougO is completely awesome. you must sweart to use that at every available panicky opportunity.

oline said...

and yes, i completely meant "sweart." thou muste sweart thou whilt speakest such.

Les Savy Ferd said...

i was thinking sweart must be some sort of conflation of 'sweat' + 'swear' + 'heart'. thus i must swear by heart so deeply and truely that it becomes arduous in a physical sense. Of course your olde englishy biblical-type take is gold too.

oline said...

so, sweart: v.; to swear with a sweaty heart.

Les Savy Ferd said...

gw