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.
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somehow i feel i should be taking issue with this. hmmm....
this is in july, silly LG. things start picking up around october-december.
any pirates in that there calendar?
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.
it's like the where's waldo of homemade calendars!
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.
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.
oh ohh am i there? is the pillbox there? IS CHIPOTLE THERE?
you're there bombsy. chipotle, unfortunately, is not. probably because that glory cannot be expressed in calendrical form.
If only I could be Cardboard Box Porridge Pot Man. He even has big ears like me.
But a heisting cowboy outlaw is way cool too. Oh too much to choose from.
what of the little boy clown choir?!
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?"
Little Pagliacci clowns scare the crap out of me. Maybe it is Pagliaccios. No clue.
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.
i am deconstructing the narrative of a homemade calendar. that is sick.
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.
clown clowns. that makes them sound a little less horror-full.
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
panic at the dougO is completely awesome. you must sweart to use that at every available panicky opportunity.
and yes, i completely meant "sweart." thou muste sweart thou whilt speakest such.
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.
so, sweart: v.; to swear with a sweaty heart.
gw
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