YSaC, Vol. 708: She’s too sexy for your shirt.
2010 June 25
any semstress out there
I have a clothing line i just started and im going to need someone who knows how to take labels out of clothes and replace them with my label, if you interested e mail, and tell me how much per shirt, and or sweatshirt, your going to charge
I can’t think of anything that could possibly go right with this plan.
Thanks, Allison! I’m not sure, but this post might actually win for the most tags — but they all fit!
Only in America!
Possibly China.
Or Malaysia.
Certainly not Angola, though.
Possibly Chinatown, NY. “Made in America” can still equal sweatshops there.
In Soviet Russia, clothing tags you!
I have a witty comment I just started but I need to find someone to take out someone else’s name and put mine in instead.
I have a witty comment I just started but I need to find someone to take out someone else’s name and put mine in instead.
-kelli-Taco
I have a witty comment I just started but I need to find someone to take out someone else’s name and put mine in instead.
-kelli-Taco– Sara Jean
I have a witty comment I just started but I need to find someone to take out someone else’s name and put mine in instead.
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kelli–
Taco–
Sara Jean– Astrognash
I don’t have a witty comment. Not one.
What?
It’s the return of Quilty!
My nemesis!
I love Thieving Bastard’s clothing line, Unoriginals. Especially this past Spring’s “Who Cut the Tags Out?” collection.
Film Editor Needed! – M4M
ive been making this new series of movies that i think will be very popular. I need somebody who knows how to remove the credits from a movie and replace it with credits in my name. If you interested please tell me how much per drama, action film, and chic flick.
Taco, do you mean chick flick or are you refering to only the most stylish of films?
The misspellings were intentional to better reflect the intelligence of the poster.
Plus the pun of “Chic Flick” given the clothing line of the OP was too much to pass up.
Is that also why you left out the word are between you and interested?
Yes; quoting from the original:
if you interested e mail
I always tell people my grammatical errors are intentional and to look for the hidden meanings. They tend to just think I’m a looney.
Way to start out the morning, one Taco speeeling correction, done. Now, someone start making liquid refreshment, and someone write a poem about changing clothing tags! I’m off to work.
I don’t think it counts as a certified speeling correction since it was intentional.
Now, if you check one of my other posts I think we can get back on track with the genuine article.
Uh-oh, I think we’re in a rut. Someone needs to stir things up.
As ordered;
There once was a girl with a label,
Who didn’t bring much to the table,
Wanted to sell her own clothes,
Without paying through the nose,
And thought ethics were only a fable.
OK, Windrose, I’ve got the margarita blender going, and will be starting a pitcher of Salty Dogs in a minute or two.
I’d also like to suggest the tag “felonious” for this posting – although I do like the use of the words “a clothing line I just started” – gives such a creative feel to it.
I like the idea of a felonious tag. I’m putting in my nomination for felonilicious.
Appearing at the 40Watt tonight! Felonious Tag and the Custom Clothes!
Playing their feature song: “Rippin the Tag Outta You!”
Problem with a “felonious” tag is that this is a perfect example of another CL phenomenon, that the process is so anonymous, all sorts of persons feel free to solicit parties into illegal acts.
Now, this seems to run the gamut from help abet, to subornation before the fact.
All flat-out illegal, and often enough, this is not something the poster is unaware of.
Or some such. Adding up all of the federal, state, county, and muni regulations, we’re all supposed to know chapter and verse to around ten thousand laws, regulations and ordinances.
“It is inadmissible to place squirrels in one’s pants for the purpose of gambling.”
That’s right, squirrels are for recreational use only.
Man, I just… I just need one more squirrel. But, can you make it a bit stronger than the last squirrel. I’m having trouble getting buzzed off those gray squirrels you usually sell me.
Do you have something in a Malayan Giant Squirrel? I’m good for the money, you know that.
Taco, I think it’s time for an intervention.
Dude, seriously I can quit any time I want. I’ve got it covered. I just don’t want to.
Where are you going with my squirrel?! Not cool man, not cool!
Taco, ferrets in your pants is apparently a competitive event in the UK. If you can’t get squirrels …
TM, the intervention is for your own good. Squirrels in your pants, for gambling or not, always lead to bigger problems. Sure, they look cute, sitting there nibbling on bird seed at the feeder, but then their addiction to nuts kicks in.
You don’t want to go there…
…and when they’ve had a few too many nuts and a little vodka, stuff like this goes down.
You know, I think I taught this person in my English class. I had a student whose essay turned up word for word on the Internet. When I showed her, she said, “How did that get there?”
Wow. See, at the beginning of the semester, my English teacher told us all that she checked the net for our essay, to prevent “intellectual dishonesty”.
I hope that worked! In my class, I told them at the beginning of the semester plagiarism would get an “F” for the class. I had 3 consecutive classes where I came in and told the class, “You’ve lost another classmate. Please don’t cheat; I will flunk you!” I felt like an academic remake of “Ten Little Indians.”
I love that double sided business plan!
“We’ll sell you a paper. We aren’t saying we won’t then turn you in for it, but you can have it.”
I actually think they have the right idea. Like double agents.
I had a Writing 101 and 102 instructor who used Turnitin.com. Even though students had to turn in their essays through the website, she still had students who would plagerize. In my Creative Nonfiction class, there was a student who plagerized Douglas Adams in his essay about light bulbs. He thought he could get away with it because the instructor was not a science fiction/fantasy fan. He was wrong.
When I first had to confront plagiarism, I did a lot of research on the computer-sold essays. Turnitin is run by the same people who sell papers to students.
The things I learn here. If only I could get credit for them, I might not have to do so many more years of school.
What do you mean kelli? I’m getting my doctorate in psychology by copying the posts out of the comments sections.
I working on mine Ph.D. in Sociology; studying unique cult cultures, using YSaC as an example. Great examples. (Yeah right, I don’t think I ever even took a sociology class. Strangely enough, they didn’t offer any in the math or computer science departments. They needed to broaden their horizons.)
I thought Sociology was a Social Studies course?
You must not go to GHHS — they do things a little differently:)
Sociology is a form of government, isn’t it?
*mutters something about having a bachelor’s in sociology* crazy kids don’t know anything these days…
Thanks Bridgete – nobody has called be a kid in quite a few years!!!!!
Is “be” your third person nickname for yourself?
Sorry, gotta have somebody other than myself to pick on when a little mistake is made :).
@Artsy: Green Hope? pshaw. CHS all the way.
Taco, I feel the need to point out the passive voice that was used by you just there. 😉
Man, now we’re attacking my passive voice. You aren’t the MS Office grammar check in disguise, are you?
Reminds me of an old tale about a criminal justice major who turned in a brilliant paper. Her professor was so impressed and excited about her paper and thought, “You know, this reminds me of that seminal work published in [Journal Title] by Author Name. In fact, now I want to read it.” He grabbed his copy from the file cabinet and discovered it was the same paper. From A to Fail in the time a drawer opens.
In a completely unrelated vein, I must say I only post here rarely because you are all so witty and fast that it’s like I don’t have sea legs yet in this crowd.
S’okay. I didn’t comment for a long time, mostly because I am so outpaced intellectually. But you’ll see that everyone here is kind and welcoming. This is probably the least mean spirited comment section I’ve ever seen, while still staying funny and genuine. The only time you will ever incur the wrath of YSaC is if you go after one of our own. In that case, we’ll release the Kraken…errr, or the Crackin on you.
Indeed. You have only to look at my own noodling to see that you don’t have to be particularly witty or good at writing to contribute.
What I lack in post quality, I make up for quantity. I use the shotgun method of posting. If I post everything in my brain, eventually something ends up being humorous.
And in a massive link, my dear. We caught a peek, and THAT is why we keep you around, TM.
meredith — that is so, so true.
I’ve been stricken by a record, and I object, objectionally, because those great big things hurt. Especially when they’ve been turned into a bowl with a hole in the middle. The whole hole causes contusions and, furthermore, Taco keeps waving his massive link at Bridgete or Meredith or somebody, and it makes all the rest of us feel…… inadequate.
I rest my feet, on the ottom, man.
*How the heck did this get all the way up here? It should be down after all the objections to the objections and the other lawyerly stuff – FUDGE!
Meredith, this week, I believe, I am kind and Lola is welcoming. Next week it’s sarajean and Camille. After that, Taco and a commenter to be named later.
Wait, when did Taco start waving his massive link at me? I didn’t consent to that. Although I did send him a truck full of bees earlier, maybe he took that to mean it’s alright.
I’m the same way. I’ll have a great reply, but when I read the comments I’ll see someone’s already said it.
Though apparently I can just copy their comment and swap in my own name …
It’s okay, I said so.
There are days when I’ll read and reread the posting, and for some reason, feel totally empty of snark. It makes for a depressing day.
I do that too, some days.
Ladycrim, please comment periodically so we can see the avatar. I like having to try and not squee incriminatingly at work.
There are days when I’ll read and reread the posting, and for some reason, feel totally empty of snark. It makes for a depressing day.
It does.
As does seeing 100+ before noon Central time.
But, this is usually rescued by a poster having something witty to say needing either enlargement, a similar citation, or celebration of their witticism..
And, if that does not work, read a few comments from LoLCatz commenters, who write (and presumably) speak that way.
The intelligence, wit, and clarity here remain refreshing.
That’s true, Cap’n. Often my comments are more of an expansion on others’ witticisms.
As for venturing away from YS@C to remind myself of how refreshing the comments are here, I generally just go to either myveryworstdate.com or myveryworstroommate.com. I like the stories on both blogs, but the commenters all need [corey] tags. They find one tiny thing to question about the OP’s behavior and debate it to death. I used my lawyer skills once and formed such a strong counter-argument to their nit-picking that they all shut up, but I don’t really like to be THAT person when I’m commenting. Those skills are for work; I read blogs for a break from that.
Your honor, I’d like Bridgete’s comments stricken from the record on the grounds that it would be hugely funny. *Checks his collection of books that are largely for show.* Hey! Apparently you have to pass some sort of test to even be in this courtroom! I should really look into taking it.
Also, what’s this “Lick-ense” thing it keeps referencing? Is that like a club for us law people?
Your honor, I object to Taco’s motion on the grounds that hugely funny comments are relevant to the claim before us, and my hugely funny comments are not unfairly prejudicial to any other hugely funny comments that may be introduced.
You honor, I object to that objection because I can bill twelve boxes of vintage cereal an hour to do so!
Your honor, I object to the objection to that objection because objection is one of those words that if you type it three times, it starts to look wrong! Also, because Taco is clearly marketing himself as outerwear for chihuahuas!
I object to the objection of my objection to that objection of the objection! She’s going to turn those puppies into a coat!
Ummm…Sorry, I seem to have the wrong file…
In response to the defense, m’lud, I would like to establish that on the 28th of May, the charged published this phrasebook. I quote an example. The Hungarian phrase meaning ‘Can you direct me to the railway station?’ is hereby translated by the English phrase, ‘Please fondle my buttox’.
Wasn’t that your intended translation, Taco?
The presumption of the Crown’s case against the Accused is not that they are bad at both translation and speeling–such are self-evident–but that the action was taken with premeditation and forethought to the end of creating Breeches of the Peace at the juxtaposition of naïvete and satirical jocularity. On or about Friday present.
An’ any wot feels ‘ike disputin’ at, ‘ll be found in possession of the big brown table at t’stationhouse!
Maybe Sparky is changing the items in such a way that they really become his or her creation! Maybe my cat is creating objet de art in his litter box!
[craft corey]My wife and I cut up old T-shirts to create a host of craft products. I create tarn (T-shirt yarn) for crocheting and my wife makes quiltes, pillows, babyclothes, etc. She also uses my old pants for extra fabric and zippers as well.[/craft corey]
That said, we’ve never pulled a tag off a shirt and replaced it with a cusom one. I think we’ve found a new project for the next swap meet.
Taco, it’s custom. Unless you meant a tag you cuss at a lot.
Damn you T for alluding[sic] me!
And this totally counts as the first genuine Taco Speeling correction. Somebody get kelli a slice of coffee!
As blasphemous as it may sound, I don’t drink coffee or any caffeinated drinks.
Kelli, you missed “quiltes”.
I wasn’t sure if that was intentional like tarn, so I let it be.
How about boozes? I’m told Lola has a nice flask you could use.
No boozes either. I’m willing to accept milkshakes.
Keli – I don’t drink coffee, just make it (and it can be sliced). Here’s a nice chocolate milk shake instead.
Taco, go with “cussedum” – that way you have all the bases covered (to use a football metaphor).
My mom does that, she makes bags and things from old t-shirts. She’s started trying to make plarn – plastic bag yarn – which seems odd to me. Can it really be considered “recycling” to make one shopping bag out of several dozen plastic ones?
I have to admit, I make plarn too. I’ve made one of those shopping bags as well.
I think the difference is, the one I made with plarn is about 20x as strong as a normal shopping bag and is reusable. I’ve also made a water bottle holder and a decorative snowman from plarn.
I think it’s actually easier to crochet with than real yarn is.
[semantic corey] I think the technical term is reuse, rather than recycle.[/semantic corey]
Yeah, I think reuse is probably more accurate.
Although I think the term in the plarn community is “repurpose,” but I’m not sure that anyone would necessarily care about the distinction.
“Upcycling” is also pretty popular, which makes me want to use another word beginning with “up”.
Yeah, “upcycling” brings the image of a self-righteous, unwashed hippie selling organic, raw vegetables in California while frothing about the evils of genetically enhanced wheat.
Just the thought of it makes me want to eat undercooked, genetically engineered beef that’s been fortified with steroids and antibiotics.
I was at a Krishna event in Vancouver last year, where you could get a free lunch (donations accepted) and this total wanker in front of me was berrating the Krishnas for not recycling the plastic drink cups for those of us down the line to use – I hope he ended up with Hep-A.
Edit: I’m obviously in need of coffee or whisky. Will try to be less snarky at stupid eco-wankers from now on.
Will try to be less snarky at stupid eco-wankers from now on.
Why? Seems to me that the snark is well placed. Hell, the “Petition to ban dihydrogen monoxide” prank that’s been repeated at many eco-rallies never gets old.
I’m considering starting a petition to the government to institute a policy of cleansing the upper atmosphere of trioxide, a hazardous gas that can be formed as a biproduct of many industrial processes. I’m thinking that with the proper funding we can purge all trioxide from the upper atmosphere by 2015.
Taco, you have pulled at my science nerd heartstrings. I’m sending you a truck full of bees.
Oh, also, I think repurpose is doing something like making plarn, and I think reuse is simply using the thing again in its original state, such as lining the small trash can in the bathroom. But, what do I know, it’s not like I grew up in the greenest city in the US or anything.* 😉
*http://blog.sustainablog.org/the-10-greenest-cities-in-the-us/
[aside: I think Taco is right that no one really cares about the distinction…who cares what it’s called, just don’t throw it away after the first use!]
Eco-wankers probably have not been un-stoned enough for long enough to have heard the latest on why their GM rants are nothing more than increasing their CO2 footprint.
Turns out the plant geneticists have worked out that proto-Mayans forcibly crossed native grasses to make what we now call maize. Maize, once successful was then crossed and mutated into the product we call corn today.
We prairie apes have been tinkering with food products since the Monolith. Original eggplant was a runty thing, not that much bigger than a whole shallot. Wheat used to be a disorganized prairie grass.
Which is a good way to cross the eyes of wheat-germ chugging, eggplant noshing, smells-of-onions, I’m-greener-than-you oxygen-thieves out there.
Capn, I’ve been making the same point to the e-wankers pretty much since the discussion started. We’ve been genetically engineering foods for millennia! Our tools have just improved to the point where we can actually see what we’re doing with the genes rather than having to inbreed crosses for five decades until we get something we like, that’s all.
Portlander aside…I have no interest in being an eco-wanker. They’re obnoxious, and frankly, often hypocritical.
Yeah, my wife took an “anthropology of technology” class that was lead by an eco-wanker hypocrite.
The class was basically an open forum for hating on technology. My wife was shouted down every time she pointed out that it was ironic that a “rawr rawr rawr, technology is evil, rawr rawr” slide-show was constructed and presented in power point. They also didn’t like her pointing out that their cell phones also fell under the “technology” umbrella. From my point of view, if you aren’t Amish (or living in a cave somewhere), hating on technology makes you a hypocrite. The best part of the class (hypocrisy wise) was that the instructor would only accept papers that were submitted digitally. *Headdesk*
Note: by hating on technology I mean a person saying “Technology is evil, the world would be better off if we didn’t have technology.”
“Prairie Ape” is going to be my new favorite “clean” curse word.
Ah, those crazy Mayans, genetically engineering maize and going about predicting doom… they just do the darnedest things, don’t they?
I just had a wonderful upcycling idea! I’ll take this lump of coal and upcycle it into a diamond! I just need to catch an eco-wanker, insert, and wait.
I’ll be rich!
+elebenty adores, SJ!
Well, the next worst aspect of eco-wankers is that you have no idea where their hands have been (and bears much, too much, under and less thinking about), and that they insist upon touching you with them.
My use of “prairie ape” goes back to some very nutty (too long in the too hot sun for too many days nutty) anthropologist neighbors who had some sort of reflexive, near-masochistic need to argue with their evangelical neighbors (who happened to have doctorates in Biology, not that the anthro nutters ever asked). I got to “Wilson” these shenanigans a few times while innocently minding supper cooking over charcoal. See, it’s really quite simple, where the branches in the evolutionary tree exist, there’s something missing (otherwise why give up a successful niche?) All sorts of primates out there, mostly arboreal and riparian, with some alpineaan. So, what’s missing? Pastoral primates, the apes of the prairie. Just short-toothed baboons with understated gender/mating coloration.
Us.
Being that my minor in college was environmental policy… I’m going to have to chime in…
[COREY] The bad thing about genetically engineered plants is not that they’ve been tampered with ( as you’ve said, people have been cross-breeding plants for centuries). It’s that companies can now patent the genetics of a plant. They sell these seeds to farmers at the beginning of the season and don’t allow the farmers to keep seeds from year to year. When the wind blows (or a pollinating animal like a bee flies from one crop to another), the pollen spreads from the field of one person who uses said seeds to one who does not. Those companies then do genetic testing on fields in the area, find their strain of plant, and sue the farmer who didn’t pay them. Soon they’ve taken over every farm in the area, and the poor farmers find themselves with a debt they can’t pay and no job.
Even if you’re not a “filthy hippie”, you have to agree that’s a pretty sucky thing to do.
The government never should have allowed anyone to patent the genetics of a living thing. It sets a very scary precedent for the future.
[/COREY]
However, I don’t speak badly of technology.. it’s all in how the people use the tools, not the tools themselves… so maybe you won’t hate me too much.
*goes back to drawing pretty pictures*
Silva, how very random that my husband and I were just talking about that very issue with patented seeds the other day. As for the eco-wankers, I probably fall into that category for the simple fact that I made a reuseable cup sleeve to put around my non-recycelable coffee cups rather than use a mug.
Silva, that’s fascinating, in a sad way.
I think the reason I hate eco-wankers is that my mother is the biggest one of the lot. She rants about how life was sooooooo much better when things were “natural” and what an “unnatural” life I lead, and yet she runs a house with2 humans, 2 cats that can only be fed at 4.38pm everyday with room temperature fresh kangaroo meat, 4 fridges, 2 computers, 2 microwaves and 2 cars. And then she complains when she visits me in Chile and I don’t have a microwave and won’t purchase a special blanket for her 3 week stay. Arrrrrgh. (Yes, she is here right now)
BTW: Chile just got in to the last 16 of the World Cup – first time ever I believe. Viva Chile.
PS: I second the +elebenty for SJ.
I kinda got distracted by the “feeding fresh kangaroo meat to cats” bit…
Oh, I remember now!
If you have Netflix or something similar, try to get Penn & Teller’s Bullshit! season 6, it has a show debunking much of the green movement.
Two bee fare, you don’t exactly need two ex Las Vegas magicians to poke holes in the green movement.
I’ll check it out – gracias.
Interesting factoid: Aussies are the only people in the world to eat both animals on their National Crest. Fresh roo meat is sold in supermarkets as pet food. Also, my local supermarket does some brilliant roo saussies. Emu is pretty much take-it-or-leave-it and only sold at tourist restaurants – croc meat is also not worth eating. (should that have been a Corey?)
Meh, I’ll take the “interesting factoid” opening as sufficient for the lack of Corey.
What, no use of the wattle? (“Symbol of our land/You can put in a bottle/Or ‘old it in y’r ‘and!”)
The Diggers having an exotic melting pot, that there’s no diced ‘roo meat and wombat cheese wrapped in wattle leaves before steaming seems surprising.
Or, perhaps my time in the Sou’ Loui’ana bayouxes taught me to ne’er ask what “toad” was in the ” ‘hole” but to shut up and eat it the way I was raised to.
I pass no judgement on the eating habits of others ; I’ve eaten ‘possum before.
(Wanna know what a large, rat-like marsupial that eats garbage and unguarded cat food tastes like? No, no you don’t.)
It’s a bit like raccoon with hints of pigeon and mock-mock turtle.
The oddest thing I’ve eaten is snails. Or, rather, escargots, but…well…it’s snails. That’s all the word means anyway.
Windrose, I’ve seen art that looked like crap,* so anything’s possible!
*Actual fecal material, not just poorly-constructed/no talent.
And now for Disingenuous Brand’s Summer line-up!
Veronica Façade is sporting the new
Armanihand-bag,and Billy Sham is rocking down the stage* in the latest and greatest
Vansshoes! How origi-Hey, wait a minute!
*Or whatever you call it. Everything I know about fashion shows, I’ve learned from sitcoms and cartoons.
A little haiku, as Windrose requested.
Starting my own line
Replace Armani tags please
A crime of fashion
I’m not yet caffeinated, so someone should be able to do better than that.
In a slightly different vein…
Can’t truly own things
But possession is nine-tenths
Tag reads, “One Tenth Threads”
Hm. That started out as snark but I kind of like it now. #failedeighthgradepoetryunit
EDIT: Yeah, I can’t count syllables. #theypaymetoteachmathyouknow
my humble entry;
These clothes are my line
I don’t mean to brag
No it’s not Anne Taylor
Did you not read the tag?
I made some new clothes
They are as good as store bought
Chronosynclastic
Plus a bajillion for chronosynclastic.
I’m a Vonnegutophile =).
Taco likes haiku
Like cats prefer a cradle
Vonnegutophile!
Haikunoclasm
will only get you so far,
TacoMmMagic.
The extra syllable with Mm, it blew my mind!
Also, infundibulum happens to be 5 syllables. Watch for it soon in a Haiku near you!
Fudging Syllables?
A sign of weakness, Isaac.
All five should be real.
I’m wondering how this strand of ethics plays out in the rest of her life:
“I have a [family] i just started and im going to need someone who knows how to take [the name of someone with a husband and children] and replace them with my [name], if you interested e mail, and tell me how much per [husband], and or [child], your going to charge”
“I have a [bank account] i just started and im going to need someone who knows how to take [the names off of accounts] and replace them with my [name], if you interested e mail, and tell me how much per [bank], and or [account], your going to charge”
“I have a [country] i just started and im going to need someone who knows how to [remove people from power] and replace them with [me], if you interested e mail, and tell me how much per [president], and or [military officer], your going to charge”
… The possibilities are endless, really. *Shudder*
Ending in the inevitable;
“I have a [jail term] i just started and im going to need someone who knows how to take [me] and replace [me] with [someone else], if you interested e mail, and tell me how much per [indictment], and or [sentence], your going to charge”
Does anyone think this is the second career plan for that chick who wanted someone else to go to beauty school for her?
“I have a [cosmetology course] i just started and im going to need someone who knows how to take [cut/color/style hair] and replace [my skills with theirs], if you interested e mail, and tell me how much per [haircut], and or [dye job], your going to charge”
“No, ma’am, that’s not your boyfriend. See, while I had him drugged an unconscious, I had his tattoo of your name altered so that it’s a tattoo of MY name. So now he’s mine. Please put down the gun.”
That was my thought, too. I think Angelina Jolie has gone by this principle her entire life, as well.
BaDUMBum! Thank you, thank you!
With fingers weary and worn
With shame run away to the dead
A woman sat, with a new line of clothes,
Plying her needle and thread.
Stitch! Stitch! Stitch!
In a crime both obscene and overt,
Replacing the labels, as fast as she’s able,
With designs on designers of shirts.
Hey, people of YSaC. I’ve been working on a piece of art called “YSaC family photo”. I want all of you to look at it before I darken the lines and start shading, so you can comment on your portrayals within the piece and if you’re unhappy with it, I can change it now. Also, I may have forgotten someone. The Llama-Nun and Ostrimu aren’t pictured, because they’re supposedly taking the picture. Mind, I’ve had to get creative with some of these. My criteria for inclusion: You were here and commented yesterday, I have seen you comment here at least twice before, and you have a gravatar that I can draw. If you weren’t here yesterday, I will also add all the regulars who pop up over the next few days, too.
YSaC Family Photo Rough Sketch for your perusal
Pictured (from left to right, more or less):
sarajean80, TacoMagic, CapnMac, Irregular Fractal, Grampdaddy, Myself, Kyouell, LimeLolly, MandaB, Bianchi Sound, Mudslicker, Windrose, Innana, Lola, Artsy Computer Geek, SilvaNoir, Isaac, and Bridgete.
I’m so honored to be next to Lola!! Kewl!
I’m honored to be next to the prettiest knees on here!
I’m honored to not be wandering away lost and confused…. (and to be between Master Fractal and Master Astro).
*whispers to Astro – “You can put Meredith between you and me if you want – I think she’s hawt! – Don’t tell anybody though, OK?”*
By the way, for tomorrow’s draft, would you prefer to keep the cane, or should I replace it with a walker?
hehehe. My innocent cuteness belies my devious nature.
Go with the cane – I can use it to shake at the darn kids on the lawn.
Meredith – devious is good, I can work with that.
How’d you know I was soo short?
*pretty good, AG*
That knife coupled with the exuberant smile makes me look like a serial killer. Which you know, now that I live in Wisconin… fair enough :).
I hope we get an update once it’s inked.
*puts arm on Sarajean’s side* Moooooom, SJ’s breathing my air!
The knife was supposed to be for the coffee.
Ahhh. Making more sense now.
I should warn you – I bite.
FINE THEN! I see how it it. I’ll just be that person who they “forgot” to call for the photo. I’m used to it by now. Just like they “forgot” to tell me about all the birthday parties, and weddings, and baby showers. Oh, and funerals! Nothing like saying you’re going to visit your uncle, only to have your mom go, “ohhh, uh, yeah…I forgot to tell you…he passed away three months ago.”
I’m even the forgotten faux family member. Fine. Whatever. :::grumble grumble grumble::: don’t like you guys anyway :::grumble grumble:::
Because you are here today, you’ll be in the draft I upload tomorrow.
sure sure.
Whatever, I have a fabulous pity party in the works now. Even have a Pity Party Planner! Just see if YOU get an invite!
In the interest of drawing you, what is that fluffy white thing on the left of your gravatar?
EDIT: Nevermind. You’ve changed it to something different.
haha. I figured that it’s tougher to draw me, since I seem to be the most frequent in changing my avatar. I think I’ll stick with the pirate, though, unless the situation calls for something different.
btw: it’s a bit tricky to type while missing an “L” key. There’s just a little rubber nub. But I’ve worked with even smaller nubs before, so I can make it work.
I’m here today, can I be in the picture? I’m a very tall moose.
Yesterday I was discovering that laser tag is actually awesome and was not here.
I know how you feel. I called my sister a couple of years ago and asked about one of my aunts.
Me: How’s Dixie?
Sis: Oh, I forgot to tell you, she died.
Me: When?
Sis: Six months ago.
Me: How is Sam(her husband) taking it?
Sis: Oh, he died six months before she did. I meant to tell you.
Yeah, it’s strange how someone can just “forget” to tell you things like births and deaths. I tend to think of those as “big” events.
My mom “forgets” to tell me more and more. She seems to believe that since I had the nerve to move out, thus “distancing” myself from the family relationships (at 29 years of age) that I don’t necessarily deserve to have information passed on to me. ::shoulder shrug:: Meh, it’s better than being embroiled in all the drama, I guess.
Ahaha, Meridith, that actually happened to my brother… we were taking a giant family picture at my wedding reception, and after everyone scattered and went back to the house… We found my brother at the buffet table. Whooops :-p
Blast it, my work computer’s not letting me see it. I’ll take a look when I get home, promise.
Finally got home!
LOVE it♥
I should mention, since you can’t see her body in the photo, that Fearless (my avatar)is a very
fatbig, extremely fluffy cat with a very long, fluffy tail. You did a very good job on her face. This is a better view of her body;http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4548506009_f325598a07.jpg
It looks really cute so far.
kelli, I’m wondering if you have a higher quality version of your gravatar. I’m adding you in right now, and I’m having trouble making it not look like a demon-child.
I’m afraid not. That pic was taken with a $10 digital camera 5 years ago. The demon child in it is my youngest (not the X-man) yelling at her tiny bunny.
LOVE. And I’m amused by the preponderance of cat avatars.
meow
Hey, I resemble that remark!
I don’t know what you mean by that.
:looks around:
Oh.
Astrognash, I can’t really find myself between Lola and Windrose. Am I trying too hard?
You’re the circles around Lola’s knees.
You are the pair of knees in the armchair. Lola is next to you, and somehow the arm of the chair disappeared, making it look like she’s in the armchair.
Love it!! Keep up the good work.
Squee! I love it! =)
Heaven help us all should he start browsing the facebook side and have actual photos to work from [teehee]
No, I wouldn’t do that. Besides, out of all of you all, I think I either know or could deduce a maximum of (maybe) three secret identities. Also, that would require me drawing myself.
Gee, and there is a Forum thread which links local to f/b identities [G]
You don’t say?
Oh. I can now find probably 3 more of you all if I wanted to.
You can find a few real pictures of me on my deviantart gallery. Under “Misc.”
Though I think a white rodent with an unblubler is more interesting to look at anyway (which can also be found in my deviantart gallery in “featured”)
I don’t use my secret identity on this site. Here I’m a nice mommy who stays home with her kids, just like in real life.
Really.
Adorable Astro! I know it’s late in the day, but do you think you could add a quilt somewhere for those of us without pretty pictures? Other than myself, I know CJ is a hold out.
Love it! My rare green monkey has never looked so good. As a matter of fact, it has never looked good at all.
That’s a monkey? I thought it was a green lion. I guess it’s officially a new species of Not.A.Lion.
**goes to find eraser**
Adore! Many mucho adores! I like it. I’m impressed with how many I actually recognize in my post-work addled state.
Wow, I’m honored to be in it. It was that post that got us talking about band geeks and choir geeks, wasn’t it?
🙂
I made myself a PIRATE! Can you see the pirate??? I’m Elaine Marley, mighty pirate wife! Also known as Snookikums, Buttercup, and my favorite..Plunder Bunny.
Remember — first pillage, THEN burn, Meredith.
Oh, riiiight. Pillage THEN burn, pillage THEN burn, pillage THEN burn…..
Very tempted to change my avatar to Guybrush Threepwood now. I won’t due to the creepy factor, though.
I’ll just go get myself a nice mug of fresh Grog.
Crushing on Taco right now. Guybrush is pretty much my favorite fictional character aside from Luke Skywalker. See a pattern here? I like whiny wimps who somehow come out on top. Works in fiction, does NOT work in real life!
I am lucky enough to be playing The Tales of Monkey Island right now…at work…getting paid for it. My job has it’s up sides.
Oh, and Taco…you fight like a cow.
I’ve yet to download the new Monkey Island serial. It’s on my to do list, but yes, Guybrush is among my favorites.
I liked many of the old Sierra characters as well, specifically Roger Wilco from Space Quest. He was responsible for a collection of my favorite lines. Among them:
“You lick a thick smear of filth off of the street. Realizing how awful it tastes you quickly swallow it. What a bright person you are.”
Erasmus from Quest for Glory is also up there on my favorites list.
Yes, order to these things is important.
You do not wish to emulate a medium-large north Texas city’s SWAT team that released a flash-bang, then a canine, then a pepper gas grenade.
The K-9 was not a happy team member.
Took to a habit of grabbing folk by the wrist if they took hold of a grenade of any use.
Ooh – a whole truckload of Doors, some windows, and maybe patio furniture too for “Plunder Bunny”.
I’m picturing a pirate flag containing crossed bones below the bunny icon from ‘Playboy’. Not that I’ve ever seen a ‘Playboy’ magazine….
Grampdaddy
Not that I’ve ever seen a ‘Playboy’ magazine…
— what else are you selling?
I’m sure you haven’t, Grampdaddy. I know you are pure as the driven snow. A true gentleman, never stooping to the level of SOME male commenters ::cough tacomagic cough:: You are far above envisioning my pirate booty ::snort hehe::
You might want to get that cough looked at, meredith. It sounds awful.
Taco – can you do a haiku on ‘pirate booty’? – I’ll pay you in vintage crisco….
No, of course you haven’t, Grampdaddy. *gag*
And it is a complete mystery how my siblings and I got here. *gag*
I’m gonna need an airsickness bag and a few gallons of brain bleach please.
Here ya go, Manda…. and I brought the hip boots…
It’s getting deep in here.
I don’t know where Grampdaddy got you and your siblings came from but I found my kids under a cabbage leaf.
That’s one hell of a sentence there, Artsy. It’s making my eyes go cross.
TGIF
Artsy, that’s far nicer than blaming federally-protected, long-legged wading fowl.
Even if I keep meeting children who would have been better off raised by Ciconiidae . . .
Artsy, thank you for defending me from MandaB’s scurrilous attack. I do want to state for the record that cabbage leaves had nothing to do with it – Mrs. Grampdaddy is a fan of Brussel Sprouts, however.
My kids walked in with my honey. 8) Easiest delivery ever. It cost a bit, for the lawyer and all, but it was worth it.
I know this is a bit late, but here’s a Bunny-Pirate flag, from one of my favorite webcomics. (The bunny is evil.)
http://sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/050131
I think I’ve seen the product of someone using this business plan before. There are a lot of people selling “repurposed” “refashioned” and “reimagined” clothing. Sometimes the clothing is embellished with new beads or lace or feathers or other crap. Sometimes they’ve taken a pair of pants and made it a skirt.
Other times they’ve simply used said item: worn it, washed it, crapped on it. Then they put a new label over the old, slap on the “repurposed” wording, and TADAAA, it’s a “new” creation.
Those people deserve the firmly affixed title of “asschapeux” as Lola says.
p.s. I actually stopped to consider why my spell check was highlighting “asschapeux”.
You…you’ve become a part of me :::single tear:::
Finally my collection of skid marked underwear can find a new purpose!
Too far?
Just a bit.
Yay, it’s been my aspiration to finally go “Too far” on YSaC. I’m so proud of this moment. I’d like to thank my wife, my family, and myself because I couldn’t have done it without me.
Taco, someone had that idea. Luckily they used “faux” used drawers.
At least HOPEFULLY they used “faux” used drawers.
http://www.spyville.com/brief-safe-underwear.html
**eyetwitch**
I’ve (much to my regret) seen those at Homedepot.
Would those possibly be the spare drawers from the “six-drawer dressers” that only have 4 drawers – the ones that go along with the ‘octagonal’ tables with six sides.
*please let it be those kinds of drawers – please*
No, Grampdaddy. These are not the drawers you’re looking for…I hope.
ewwwwww ….. and I was just going to get lunch ……. not hungry now. Maybe, this will be part of my new diet plan.
I saw something like that over on Regretsy. A DIY version of that… I may have to rethink my position on brain bleach.
*clicks Meredith’s link*
Ye gods. My eyes!!
Unquestionably.
Hehe…but I loved it anyway.
Mudsy, that comment is so delightfully vague that no matter how far down it gets pushed, it stills makes as much sense as it did when you posted it, but now in relation to a different comment.
I hear from a semi-reliable source (my cousin) about a friend of a friend who started a clothing company called Shotgun Jeans. Guess what they sell?
Edit: Wow, Colin was right. I think that’s a first. I even found the website.
http://www.shotgunjeans.com/
“Think your jeans couldn’t be uglier? Let us prove you wrong for the low low price of 99.99$ !!!”
Tommy Lee as the spokes person: Classy Incarnate.
The next big trend – TNT Jeans.
I’m thinking my toxic waste jeans are going to be coming into their own very soon now.
I’ve got a rather shockingly large amount of lye at home, if anyone wants real acid*-washed jeans. I can’t guarantee there will be any actual jeans left afterward.
(* Lye is actually a strong alkali; it will dissolve organic matter in a heartbeat, though. Hurts like hell, too.)
So that’s what SJ has been doing with all the bodies. I had wondered.
Naw, that’s what chipper-shredders are for. Better for the enviroment.
I actually got carded the last time I bought it, apparently lye is one of the key ingredients in producing meth.
So you can manufacture meth as long as you’re not a minor?
I guess that’s so you can do it responsibly, with fewer explosions.
I also had to show my ID the last time I bought spray paint. Like a roundish thirty-something woman is going to be tagging overpasses.
You just never know…. When living in Texas, the kids there were inhaling fumes from the spray paint. Is that you were buying it for SJ? Are you going to bring that behavior to the south?
No, that particular can went to touch up a couple of cork-boards. I do remember helping a friend who was in Drama Club build some big prop that we then proceeded to throughly coat in black spray paint. Inside a closed garage. We finally remembered to open the door after we were both too dizzy to stand anymore. It also take awhile for that stuff to wash off.
If this is legal and binding, then I’m going to Wikipedia and IMDB, and saying I’m the creator of all the great films. Citizen Kane? Me. Gone With the Wind? My idea. Anchorman? Yep, my brain child. You guys can thank me later.
Nice try…these were mine. See the labels?
Ha, not anymore.
And I’ve made myself the creator of you. That makes all of your creations a byproduct of my creation.
Can I see the tag please…
Kelli, if you are to be my creator, allow me to advance the topic of past-due child support (and this group will need some extensive support, and therapy, and a bar-tab spanning the nation . . . )
You can have Anchorman.
Catching up on YSaC comments = highlight of many of my days.
Maybe… maybe she can use the Singer and have a little light background music while she “repurposes!”
I’ve decided that we need to take Dan’s idea of stiching music and take it to a T-shit:
Use a picture of the sound wave from some music (“Never Gonna Give You Up”)
Tagline: Woah, dude! I can see the music!
I could make dozens of dollars!
You could sell them on Cl!
Hmm, they make an attachment for commercial embroidery machines that allows a person to scan the subject to be embroidered. The scan is then converted to CNC code for the machine.
Which caused me to imagine a shirt covered in swathes of sheet music. Something about having a few bars of Schubert here; some Dvorak there; deBussey around the back; some Clapton and Petty about the sleeves, and Wagnerian Ring about the collar, naturally.
hahahha. When I was in college I was one of those kids who wore old tshirts from schools and organizations I’d never heard of. This was slightly before shirts like this were being manufactured new, though, I would like to point out.
I had one that was for a middle school music group (hard to believe I was ever small enough to wear a middle schoolers’ shirt). It had notes on the front, and a classmate loved when I’d wear it. He’d run over to me and “sing” my shirt! It was pretty cute. (and VERY innocent!).
Funniest missing letter ever.
Very Freudian.
It took me a minute to see to what you were refering sj. Maybe Taco should go back to typing with mugs.
Oh, just saw it. HA.
It’s like finding a little scatalogical Waldo.
I am the master of all things typo! Look upon my noodling yee migthy and dispear!
My mantra of “right click > check spelling” has failed me yet again.
I don’t care how much you pay me, I’m not removing or adding tags to Taco’s T-shits.
Technically it is spelled right, it’s just the wrong word.
“Welcome to my T-house! This is the T-living room, through there is the T-kitchen, and down the hall is the T-bathroom, where I just took a …”
“You can stop the tour now, thanks.”
I also misspelled stitching, apparently. *grumble*
Oh, I thought you were talking about the making of full lines of verse. You know, composed of two hemistichs each.
As for “Scatological Waldo”: are we still doing band names?
Just have to jump in and say I’m heading to the Jersey shore for 2 weeks on the beach (please don’t break into my house and rob me blind—but if you do, could you be so kind as to clean out the litter box?).
I will miss my daily dose of snarkdom, and for a new york second I might yearn for the opportunity to check the posts throughout the day and put in my $.02 worth.
But that ain’t gonna happen. *wink*
Carry on peeps!
*hugs all around—see you on Bastille day*
Enjoy “The Situation” down there.
Ewwwww.
Once again, I have learned about something from this site (Mike “The Situation”) that I really wish I’d never encountered.
*must not google*
*Must Not Google*
*MUST NOT GOOGLE*
Yeah, I hate that I have a man who would know who those people are. I try to avoid mention of things of this sort at allllll costs.
HOUSE FOR TEMPORARY RENTAL:
I have a new house and I am going to need someone to rent it for two weeks; it comes with cat and litterbox, great condition, available until Bastille Day. If you interested email me with when you can come and how much you will pay per night.
I am very interested in your house for rent. I would like to arrive yesterday. Is this ok? I will pay you in rare vintage cereals and a truck full of bees. Also, are pets okay? I have a California King snake and 2 geicos that always travel with me. Thanks!
no no no! Pick ME! I have an altar. ‘Nough said.
Just call me Snooki—I like pickles.
Innana: Obviously, you can change ownership of houses just as easily as clothing tags. Be sure and let them know that the bigger cat’s name is Zeus and he demands a daily routine of “fetch”—he thinks he’s Lassie—seriously.
I will take rent payment of $400 per week or $1200 for two weeks; no vintage cereals accepted, but could use old can of Crisco.
You can come and stay in the house but DO NOT TOUCH. Not.a.dog included in terms.
Innana – I want it. I can get out of the southern sweltering heat and go to the northern sweltering heat (is it a dry heat up there also – cause it isn’t here. I don’t have any old Crisco; however I can supply at least 3 teenagers (food not included — yes they may eat more than they are worth), 1 dog (that also eats a lot) and some coffee you can cut with a knife. I also have a lot of experience with cats that think they are dogs and vis versa. Of course, NO TOUCHING goes without saying.
Innana – is that one (1) not.a.dog, or one (2) not.a.dog?
I can’t tell – it keeps hypnotizing me when I try to count.
Can I bring my possessed doll with me?
Sure; we’ll have a Ba’al.
Great, what am I going to do without Mudsy to
stalkkeep me in check.That’s what the YSaC family is for.
*In my best Dorothy voice*
“I will miss you, Taco, most of all. ” *sniffle*
Get a room!
Wait.. what?
Get a broom!
**Wicked Witch Music plays**
Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy! And save all your snark up and you can be overwhelming when you get back.
Be safe…
good sketch. add me. i’m queensbee. i’m the tallshortfathinblackwhite girl.
thanks.
Zomg, we’re twins! Do you have amplesmallbreasts andwidenarrow feet too?
It’s going to become an especially perplexing job for this “entrepreneur” when she encounters one of those shirts with the designer information stamped in the collar rather than provided on a sewn-in label.
Mindfield! Congrats on not sucking! Punchity punch punch!
G’Night, America!
Too many comments to read to see if anyone has said this yet, but this might not actually be as dodgy as it sounds.
I’ve worked in the screen printing industry for years and it’s not uncommon for people to use promotional brand t-shirts they have bought in bulk, say, gildan brand (worlds largest t-shirt manufacturer) and remove the labels and put their own on there once they print a design on the shirt. The suppliers have no problem with this, on large orders they will even do it for you.
I just hope if they are putting words on their shirts they get someone to check punctuation and spelling for them first.
Sis, interesting idea. However, the fact that they are advertising on CL seems to make this unlikely, don’t you think? I hope you are correct, in any event. that would be such a better scenario.
Proofreading is also very important for vinyl wall decals.
http://www.regretsy.com/2010/06/24/top-5-misspelled-vinyl-wall-decals/
i admire party planners coz they really know how to make a great and memorable party .
you don’t need party planners if you are just going to hold a very small party for your personal friends ~`: