I’ve got to hand it to the designer who came up with candy blocks. When something is delicious and useful it’s a win-win for sure. Here is my new home being built in the shadows of the Diet Coke Forest and the Tower of Solarcaine.
The bed is lookin’ pretty comfy at this time of night…
But sometimes an evil giant comes and gnaws away at my progress…
Last summer I bought a piece of art by this duo at one of Foxy Loxy Print Gallery and Cafe’s print shows. Unfortunately, in the midst of my move, I couldn’t photograph the piece, but it looks sort of like the bikini print in this picture except WAY smaller.
Under the nome de plume the Adventures of Ben and Kay, Kay Wolfersperger and Benjamin Stanley collaborate in printmaking. However, the two also have their own adventures.
Now, in Lipton’s product there were six modifiers: Diet, Sparking, Green, Tea, Strawberry and Kiwi. You may look at Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper and think, “Oh, there are only four modifiers.” Wrong. You must account for Dr. Pepper’s 23 flavors, thus a total of 27.
For sometime now/Since birth… I have been making observations about the world around me. Some days, I see something particularly heinous and say to myself “Yes, this is real” in an effort to somehow process the absurdity of what is before me. This happens to me at least several times a week and I have decided that the only way to explain this sensation is to share my “Yes, this is real” findings with you in a column of sorts. Alas, we have our first feature, Chicken Spread.
First, let me say that there is a dancing devil man on this package. That doesn’t bode well. Also, the general notion of spreading chicken doesn’t sit well with me. Spreads should come in non-animal forms like mayonnaise or mustard or EVEN Vegemite, but NOT chicken. Underwood, the manufacturer of this delight also makes ham, roast beef and liverwurst versions of the same. Rewind. Did you notice that I said “manufacturer?”
Ok so maybe a lot of the items on our grocery store shelves are manufactured these days, but I much prefer “grown” and “raised” in sentences about my food. Lastly, the whole can is wrapped in a paper wrapping, like a small present. Only, how could this be a present? It is dog food put in human packaging. Even though it’s been 48 hours since I came into contact with Chicken Spread, I’m still laying here on the futon saying “Yes, this is real.”
In my long list of design/style interests is the art of naming. Often, I want to ask new people I meet what their children’s names are for the sake of adding to my personal study of name trends. Only I am afraid they will think that question will be followed by “what’s your address?” and “would you mind sharing your credit card number?” Alas, I am slightly more covert in my mission.
I know that when I was born, there were two people named Grace, me and my great-grandmother. Then, when I was entering my teenage years, everyone seemed to tell me their dog was named Grace and “how cool was that?” Awesome. Not. I thought “why would you want to give a dog a person name?”
Now, I am totally guilty of the same phenomenon. Our dogs are named Sam and Kelly. We kept the names they were given at the shelter because they just seemed to fit. However, they also have a long list of pet names which rivals any Moxie CrimeFighter or Moon Unit. First, witness my professional doodles of the spotted “sisters.”
First, we have Sam. The pit bull, basset hound, corgi, something or other that is the most darling dog you will ever meet. Sometimes we call her Sam, sometimes we choose from one of the following…
Bouge (Booge or Boo-zhee, Origin: Bourgeois)
Original Bouge (Sam is the first born.)
Habanero Bouge (Not sure.)
Pit Bull Face
Samantha Carmichael Bougewater (When we’re mad at her…)
El Toro (via our very lively animal-crazed vetrinarian)
McGwamus or Seamus McGwamus (Every dog has an Irish name, obvi.)
Then, we have little sister Kelly. Kelly has been with us since August, but has quickly earned her own slew of names. She is part beagle, part dachshund, part incontinent or insubordinate, we can’t decide.
Little Bouge (Of course.)
Poopums Dog (You can guess.)
The Regal Beagle
Sugar Baby (For the appearance her face takes when you hold her upside down.)
Kelly Ann Dagarino (Because every dog should have a full name.)
Kelly the Belly
So as you can see we are very inventive. And, if the boyfriend could come up with some of these crazy names, you will surely be entertained at the names he comes up with for our future children when drunk. I will save that for another day. For now, enjoy these pics of Original Bouge and Little Bouge modeling. They’re naturals.