Feed on
Posts
Comments

IMG_8178

I’ve been on a winning streak with the dumpster diving just lately. Found this embroidered jeans jacket in the West Bottoms on Monday.

IMG_8177

This is legitimately a thing I’d buy and wear on purpose, so finding it in the trash is just a bonus. Free obnoxious clothing is serendipitous and appreciated.

Then, yesterday, I found these:

IMG_8176

Again, things I would genuinely wear, even if I hadn’t found them in the neighbor’s trash. There were two other pair, chenille knee socks in pink and green, not photographed here because I am planning to use them for Fairly Stupid Sock Creature fodder. I bought myself that book last year and have every intention of making weird critters out of old socks and other knit goods.

I’m also experimenting with this blog. I’ve got it set up now to crosspost to Tumblr, where I’ve been blogging semi-regularly since March or April. Right now my Tumblr also reposts to this blog. That may become a pain in the arse; I am noticing fairly ugly formatting and some weird loops with other rebloggers’ commentary. We shall see if I leave my Tumblr to repost here (I may set it to crosspost original content only, not re-blogs). I need also to re-jigger my Twitter feed into the sidebar. Back when it worked properly, it was a feature I quite liked, as I use my Twitter usually to air oddball thoughts that aren’t really sufficient to develop into a blog post, but which amused me enough to bother logging on and typing out in 150 characters or fewer.

Also, here’s an artsy shot of the embroidery on the collar and back of my new jacket.
IMG_8181
I am entirely too easily amused.

omgthatdress:

Suit

Jacques Doucet, 1895

The Victoria & Albert Museum

Every time I see this suit, I think, ‘I need to copy this for myself one day.”  It is one of my favorite things in the V&A collection.

You guys! A fungus exists called the Stinky Squid

And they totally look squidly, and apparently smell of poo.

A horrible side of me wants to cultivate a bed of them somewhere just for the total grossout effect.

This dude still ranks very high on my Best Halloween Costume In Real Life league tables.  The man dressed as Oscar The Grouch, with a real garbage can.  And to make matters even more impressive, he wore this garbage can while riding a bicycle.  The occasion was a bicycle pub crawl, so not only while riding a bicycle, but riding a bicycle while drunk and wearing a garbage can.

This guy is a phenomenon, you hear?

hitrecord:

mr. fox

I kind of want a print of this for Joseph’s bedroom.

Here are our sartorial contributions to the Kansas City Tweed Ride.  I made Joseph’s outfit and my own.  

Here are our sartorial contributions to the Kansas City Tweed Ride.  I made Joseph’s outfit and my own.  

Here are our sartorial contributions to the Kansas City Tweed Ride.  I made Joseph’s outfit and my own.  

Here are our sartorial contributions to the Kansas City Tweed Ride.  I made Joseph’s outfit and my own.  

Here are our sartorial contributions to the Kansas City Tweed Ride.  I made Joseph’s outfit and my own.  

Here are our sartorial contributions to the Kansas City Tweed Ride.  I made Joseph’s outfit and my own.  

Thinking about animated GIFS

and how back in the day, they were kind of a shameful, naff affectation.  The little “website under construction” GIF with the man and shovel, the e-mail GIF, with the little mailbox that flapped open and closed, the dancing baby, and the dancing hamsters.  Everyone did it and everyone reviled each other for having done so (Internet, don’t never change).

But now animated GIFs are like completely freaking awesome and there are ones made from everyone’s favorite TV shows and movies, there are original animations mutated from classic paintings, animated comic strips, and so on.  They are fun, entertaining, provocative, and the heart and soul of Tumblr.

Moreover, an animated GIF can sometimes say as much as a picture, and even then a little bit more.

Right, Ishikawa Rika?

I’d already been planning to make my son an amanita mushroom costume for this Halloween.  Using a footie sleeper pattern for the main body of it, that’ll be done up in a light tan fleece, with an oversized, slightly padded beret in red with white spots appliqued on (and mittens also in red, so his hands look like little-bitty mushroom caps).

But today, while riding my bike (which is when I have most of my good ideas – or ideas, at any rate), it occurred to me that I should dress as a log.  Since I am always carrying the little dude around on my hip, it would be a good visual joke, a mushroom growing on a log.

Sometimes I scare myself with my genius or whatever the crap it is.

Me, today, after chasing the gremlin out of my Audi’s sunroof switch.

To be fair, I am mechanically minded and reasonably handy and went in informed by this Audiworld Tech article and a certain degree of native cunning.

My car’s switches and lighting options are somewhat different from those described and photographed in this article, but the main guts of it all, the problematic sunroof control dial switch was easy enough to spot, though mine was harder to disassemble, requiring the removal of three Torx screws and a bit of obstructive wiring, but the short of the story is that my car now features a sunroof that will close and remain closed until I decide to open it once again.

If you ever need a classy advertisment photoshoot for a fifteen year old car, I’m your huckleberry.

BTW, this is my new whip.  ’99 Audi A4 Avant.  All-wheel-drive, turbocharged 1.8 litre engine, five-speed manual transmission (manual transmission is a must in my book) alloy wheels, heated seats, six disc CD changer, cruise control, sunroof – specced out pretty nicely and I am enjoying the fanciness of driving such a modern and civilised car.

Honestly, I think I drive like less of a cock when I am in the Audi ‘cause it feels like a proper grown-up’s car, unlike the old Honda, which basically feels like a go-kart to be thrashed at will.

I knew parenthood had finally sunk in and taken hold when I found myself squeefully excited about buying a station wagon.  It’s great – you can still drive it like a normal car because that’s what it is, but you have room for hauling so much shit, plus the whole convenience factor of four doors.  Definitely satisfied with this acquisition.

If you ever need a classy advertisment photoshoot for a fifteen year old car, I’m your huckleberry.

BTW, this is my new whip.  ’99 Audi A4 Avant.  All-wheel-drive, turbocharged 1.8 litre engine, five-speed manual transmission (manual transmission is a must in my book) alloy wheels, heated seats, six disc CD changer, cruise control, sunroof – specced out pretty nicely and I am enjoying the fanciness of driving such a modern and civilised car.

Honestly, I think I drive like less of a cock when I am in the Audi ‘cause it feels like a proper grown-up’s car, unlike the old Honda, which basically feels like a go-kart to be thrashed at will.

I knew parenthood had finally sunk in and taken hold when I found myself squeefully excited about buying a station wagon.  It’s great – you can still drive it like a normal car because that’s what it is, but you have room for hauling so much shit, plus the whole convenience factor of four doors.  Definitely satisfied with this acquisition.

Older Posts »