Oh snap indeed

My mom emailed me about this scandalousness:



Apparently, the nationwide teen favorite store dELIA*s (must respect their corporate choice of typographical branding, don't you know) is selling a t-shirt with the above image and logo! OMG!! I feel so...so...ROBBED! I cried about it for like three hours and then I went over to Bethany's house with Heather and Cisco, who has a huge never-going-to-be-consummated crush on Bethany, and we all totally freaked out some more, inevitably deciding never, ever to shop at dUMB dELIA*s ever again! That's right! Screw them!

Naw. Not even. As much as I would love to claim the image of a hand snapping and the words "Oh snap!" around it as my own, I simply cannot. It is everyone's. It's like the peace symbol. Well, not really, but hopefully you understand my meaning.

Also, thanks to Erica, I've had the Electric Company's "T-I-O-N, tion, tion, tion, tion" song in my head for THREE DAYS NOW. Help! And Beware! Do not watch the below clip if you do not wish the befall the same fate. But at the same time, I do highly suggest watching it, it's so brilliant. OMG, I'm so confused.

To get one's goat

It was P's birthday this past weekend, and in addition to the life-sized, crystal champagne glass full of his favorite bubbly, faux chinchilla coat and matching hat, and vintage rollerskates with flourescent wheels that I gave him as presents, I also adopted a goat for him, for the year, from a place called Little Meadows Farm in North Carolina. There are tons of places you can adopt animals from, but this place won me over for many reasons, including the fact that along with goats and sheep, they also have LLAMAS and ANGORA BUNNIES. ANGORA BUNNIES. The bunnies that can end up looking like this:



I had fun making a quick card for P announcing the goat gift:



P kept laughing each time he looked at the card so I guess he found something amusing about these drawings. I don't know why. They are incredibly serious goats, as you can see.



Also, while I was drawing, I am slightly embarrassed to admit, I was watching the Ridley Scott/Denzel Washington semi-disaster...no, actually, it's pretty much a total disaster...American Gangster. (That's where I got the idea to get P a chinchilla coat.) In the movie, Denzel, who is very boringly angry in the same dead-eyed, rigid expression-y way throughout the whole movie, gets a matching coat/hat chinchilla ensemble from his wife as a present. Well, this outfit gets him some unwanted attention and he ends up throwing the coat (but not the hat. What happened to the hat?) into his fireplace and then watches it, grumpily, burn, while his horrified and disappointed wife looks on. It was a very bad movie, never really an unexpected thing from Sir Ridley, unfortunately, but still.

But let's get our minds off that. I have other exciting news to report. Over the weekend, Frank and Patrick got married in L.A.! Whoop, whoop! It was all very last minute, so I didn't have enough time to jump on a jet plane and see this happen in person, which of course is a big bummer. One night, the proposal, the next day, the courthouse steps! But the next time I see them I'm going to pelt them with rice anyway, and you should, too. Heh, heh.

Graham Roumieu

This guy is hilarious. I've been clicking around on his website, cracking up to myself, a great deal today.



OK, perhaps I should have warned you: his work has a kind of dark sensibility.







But he can be kind of whimsical, too. Kind of!



Click on the below image to see the endless "dance, dance, dance!".