https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5SH1j1luFOw&feature=related
Gosh, that’s a scary movie! Those poor misfit toys… the choo-choo with the square wheels, the pistol that shoots jelly, the effeminate jack-in-the-box… I think the jack-in-the-box and that little dentist-elf would make a cute couple.
Okay, so I keep trying to design something to print on these FIVE THOUSAND BEVERAGE COASTERS that we have lying around. I guess no one cares about preserving the shine and luster of their finished furniture.
I think that’s barbaric.
Maybe they think it sends the wrong message? I don’t. I think it’s perfectly acceptable to booze it up through the 12 days of Christmas. In fact, it is acceptable all year round IF you set your drink on one of our beverage coasters. (Was that some sort of plug?? Yes. Here’s a link: AND here’s one I designed just for Touchpoint Retail. It has the recipe for a candy cane martini right on it. Isn’t that handy?? 
They decided to go with a card design from the Zeichen Press line but JUST TO BE DIFFICULT (I mean, sui generis.) they had us print it on an oversized SQUARE coaster. But I must admit, it’s pretty darn nice.
















and new designs for 

NOTHING.
Maybe I was creating a message for my mom? Or a beautiful design? Or a note to my brother begging him to stop slowly poisoning my parakeet and calling me Oot Head.
and tanning booths at Golden Tan in
was a class called Printmaking.
*Actual linocut carved while under Sr. Bernardine’s tutelage. 
With backpack securely fastened over both shoulders, I proudly marched through the alley-entrance onto the school playground/parking lot.
My heart sank.
HOW COULD THEY?! THE AGONY! Thank God my call home from the nurses office only resulted in my mom coaxing me to stay at school long enough to have my picture taken, otherwise there wouldn’t be this evidence. THANK GOD.
…And someday I’d enact my telekinetic revenge…
These modern services enable my dwindling desire to engage with the outside world.
Just look at that commute! Ridiculous.




But I barely remember that! I barely remember crying and sulking in my bedroom! Because this was the Lord’s day, not mine!
So much blood. So many tears. And my friend was sent home??? WHY MOM, WHY?!
