T-shirt heaven from five to eleven
So we all know that a t-shirt site with photoshopped fake mockups of the shirts aren’t as convincing as ones with real models. We also know that bad model pics are worse than good mockups. It’s a difficult complicated world out there folks. There are no absolutes.
Have a look at THIS for a t-shirt photo. I love it. Head to universalpoison.com for some more.
That’s a lovely green wall colour isn’t it?
So this shirt makes me happy. It’s a bunch of blues – with blues.
It’s basically a pantone chart of the blues. There are some omissions that upset us so much we can’t even mention them. Some examples from the MUCH bigger list on the shirt (all on the site if you want to check). I wonder if anyone has done a spotify list?
Joni Mitchell – Blue
The Allman Brothers Band – Statesboro Blues
Marvin Gaye – Inner City Blues
The Rolling Stones – I Got The Blues
Neil Young – Revolution Blues
Bob Dylan – Tangled Up In Blue
Elvis Presley – Moody Blue
Electric Light Orchestra – Mr Blue Sky
There is a fundamental flaw in this t-shirt from fuzzy ink. Or at least I think there is.
Surely the brain, and so the self, exists within the head, not the body. Now – there is the elongated knob that the lego head fixes onto. I’ve always seen that as an extension of the spinal column though – it shoves INTO the brain. Maybe the brain is actually housed within this ‘spinal knob’ and the head is simply the face, ears, somewhere to stick the hair.
Put yourself in the position of the lego man. I think you’ll know which is preferable. Almost all of your senses are driven from your head. The important ones anyway. Sight – Sound – Smell – Taste – Some touch. If your brain is in your head at least you keep those senses when some 8 year old decapitates you and you roll under the couch.
Imagine the consequences if your brain is in the spinal knob. Sure, you could crawl away using your arms and legs (assuming they haven’t been pulled off too) but where are you crawling to?
No – I’m pretty sure the brain is in the head. In which case, this t-shirt is insane. Just insane.
When cultures collide good tshirts are born. If you get this shirt you know why you need it, and if you don’t get it then you really shouldn’t worry about it. Grab yourself some dvd ‘poppins and chim chimenee the night away.
Driving is a funny business. It’s one of those activities where everyone is an expert, and everyone else is beyond dumb.
The yellow light brings this to the fore. It’s about speed, and speed of reaction. Personally, I like to take things easy. When approaching lights, if I get the feeling there might be a yellow coming I’ll slow down, a lot. So much in fact that I actually have to speed up quite a bit if there isn’t a yellow in order to make it across the junction. Sometimes I stop on green. You know. Just to be safe.
And I tell you what. I’m never in an accident. A lot of accidents happen behind me, but never in front of me. I take that as a sign that I’m doing the right thing.
So yeah – drive safe people. Drive safe.
So it’s coming up to Halloween so the mind starts to think of the odd creatures which come to life around autumn/fall. Werewolfs are there all year, of course, but they come out more in the Autumn as it starts to cool down. Contrary to popular myth, they don’t hide through fear of persecution, they just get really hot with that hairy coat, so don’t come out so much until the chill kicks in.
If Stalin had been a werewolf I imagine this is the kind of thing we’d see on every street corner, and in every town square globally. A werewolf Stalin would have been victorious don’t you think. Actually – there’s probably a decent movie in that. A good mix of supernatural wolf like commies and painfully detailed ’50s style explanations of idealistic Marxist economics being brought to reality in a world run by dogs with a human underclass brought to it’s knees by fear of nighttime growling and scratching at the door.
If anyone wants to option that just tweet me an offer!
Murica. It’s such a beautiful idea. Celebrating a misrepresentation. Glorifying a random mispronunciation. I love that Murica loves Murica. Apart from the uptight, self aware, coastal types. But what do they know? Aren’t there elections soon?
I hate pokemon. There. I said it. I find it very unrealistic, and quite unkind.
However, I do love a good anatomical cross section. This may well be the first in a series of shirts we try to hunt down with exposed anatomical interiors. The annotations on this one are a nice touch – for an english speaking audience at least – as they add precisely nothing to your understanding of the inner workings of the pikachu.
It makes me think. I have no idea how the internal organs of a caterpillar change when it turns into a butterfly. Presumably it has broadly the same ‘bits’ just in a slightly different configuration. Time to head off to wikipedia for some learning. Science ftw. [wow - apparently some adult insects can retain behaviour from their caterpillar stage - so their brain must hold something... that's it... I'm off to University to become an Entomologist]
We love this shirt from origin68.com – at a time when you can be gunned down on the street for misremembering your PIN, and jailed for life for being unimpressed by the chefs special cold tomato soup, the message of liberty is one we must all hear from time to time.
Forget the arab spring – let the torso autumn/winter be upon us!
Adventuring sound like a pretty sweet lifestyle to me. You get to see the world, meet people, learn new skills. You get to try out loads of vehicles (if you do it right) and if Hollywood has taught me anything (which it hasn’t) you also get the girl of your dreams. Until the sequel – when she might have changed.
I think if I was going to be an adventurer I’d rather be a hedgehog from the 90s. But hey – each to their own. Zombies are cool aren’t they?
