Yes, this is a late-in-coming post, but I can’t not share it with you even if Christmas is a month gone.
You’re no doubt looking at the picture above and wondering where you too can get a zombie cap just like the one pictured. You can’t. At least, not commercially. And just not yet. This was created by Season Crannell and Chris Dye for me to give to my nephew for Christmas. I wanted something unique to give him, something that I knew none of his other friends would have. I told them this idea I had for a cap that was both cute and horrifying (and warm, of course), and they delivered in a big way. I think it needs to be on Etsy and a million need to be sold.
It is a great gift for any holiday. And it is the perfect companion to a Zombie Meal Time t-shirt.
…but this seems like the most fun:
I’ve become an indiscriminate reader of personal ads on craigslist, which means that while I used to read only the M4M ads for my own pornographic enjoyment, I’ve branched out to all the other x4x variations (including the sadly desperate “missed connections“), though I get less, let’s call it “enjoyment” out of the pictures and ad text than I do in M4M. One thing I’ve come to notice is that gay men (and a few “straight” guys) are way more willing to show window shoppers the goods up front along with detailed descriptions of what they want to do/have done to them, but will not show face pics, whereas straight men and women will show you their faces and give just as lurid descriptions of sexual desires as the gay folk, but won’t show their junk. What this means really is that if there’s an ad with a “pic” graphic next to it, I’m more likely to find what I want to see/read about in the M4M section than in any of the others, but in the final analysis I’m probably just rationalizing my enjoyment of porn.
Every once in a while, I get surprised by pictures like this:
more behind the wrinkle
Last week, Ben and I watched with chilly gooseflesh the BSG preview in which Laura Roslin, cancer-ridden and decked out in her stern wig of justice, threatened mutineers aboard the Battlestar Galactica with her now famous line, “I’M COMING FOR ALL OF YOUyouyouyouyou!!!”. So, yesterday, Ben and his dog Muppet came over to watch BSG again, and he gave me this:
I think everyone in a three block radius heard my heart go “boom!“.
This week I adopted two new pet obsessions – “Sorority Girls from Hell!!” (“DUNH dah dah DUNH dah dah HAHAHAHAHAH!!!”) and this cartoon form HijiNKS Ensue:
This is just one of the extensive BSG-based comics the guys at HE have come up with. The commentary that accompanies each is worth the visit every time. Also, if you need to get me a gift, the have this t-shirt (I’m a medium. I AM!):
A little late in the season, perhaps, but if they update it to “’12″, I know which cancer-ridden president I’ll be voting for!
MY ARTICLE ON “WHY MY DOG IS BETTER THAN A BOYFRIEND” IN ON THE COVER OF THIS MONTH’S INSTINCT!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! It was actually the first thing I ever wrote for Instinct, but it wasn’t used until this month. Who cares, right? The point is that I got two pages and a cover credit in a national magazine!!!! I guess the next question is “What does this mean?” Could this be “it”? Could my writing sideline job have peaked already? Will I become the Erma Bombeck of gay periodicals? Or is it OK to ask for more to do? What is “more”? Should I quit my day job?
While I ponder, the pages are below for your perusal. Click to make them readable.
Again, I say “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!”
