Not only do I love bad album covers, I now love bad (and good) album covers transformed to include KITTENS. Thanks to Alfra Martini.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Friday, January 04, 2013
I'm O-Type negative, so I get emailed all the time to donate. Finally feeling red-blooded this week, so think I'll head out Saturday to donate a pint, in Walnut Creek. It's the least I can do. Plus I get to go to Thrift-Town. Perhaps they'll have Armani suits for $10 (like they did last time, but too small, and they sure seemed authentic, juding by the touch/cut). The picture connected to a search on "Armani Suits" actually belongs to a site that has this line: "Patrick McKeon is the Tibor Kalman of thrift shops." I am still trying to parse this. I like thrift shops, I like Moira Kalman, who I think was connected to Tibor Kalman. WTF.
Pre-Kindle, pre-Etsy, I once applied to be the managing editor of a cross-stitch magazine. I'm not sure I even knew what cross-stitch was at the time, beyond the glasses case I made for my grandmother, with her name spelled wrong. But I thought I had the skill set. Page after page of dense patterns, a proofreader's nightmare. What's your management style, they asked? Uh, meh. Benevolent dictator, perhaps. What's your impression of the overall design? Well, there's abolutely no white space, I was probably muttering by then. But the readers hated white space, apparently. Wanted their money's worth. I can't remember what I did next. Excruciating ISO-9000 documentation, I think.