The "Neighborhoodies" people are fucking geniuses. I just got their first print catalog and I can't explain but it's the cutest thing ever and very funny if you have a secret love of catalog writing. And the photos are obviously the people who made up the funny customized tshirts and took photos of themselves wearing them and they're all witty and cute and queerlooking. Dang.
"Part princess, part guttersnipe, with a penchant for Bukowski."
"He's tough but his heart melts easily. He's a little dirty but he cleans up pretty. Recommended accessories: can of beer or spray paint, dog-eared copy of Candide, jet pack."
heh.
I had a long dream I was in a cafe with squid and was in a wheelchair and wearing my old leather fingerless gloves the better to maneuver with and was eating a molasses cookie while we sat and worked on writing and drawing things. Her belly was hugely pregnant and she could barely reach the table to draw because it was in the way. I would work for a bit and then slump over exhausted and hurting. Then she had to go out to her car to get somethng she forgot and I realized she was gone a really long time. When i wheeled out there to see what was up, a cop was like, arresting her or something. She was sitting behind the wheel of a huge pickup truck and was incoherently trying to explain how it was a friend's truck and that's why the name on the truck registration didn't match her drivers license. And she had just thrown up and was looking very faint. But the cop kept saying things to her and calling her "little lady" and questioning her more and more and saying that she was not old enough to be a mother, and definitely not intelligent or educated enough.
As usual in my dreams this was my cue to give an inspired speech to wit: being a mother doesn't require you to be a certain social class and t hat's bogus, but also, she IS intelligent and educated and hasn't done anything illegal, etc. For some reason the cop began to argue with me about whether she was a good mom or not and I had to defend her like Captain Kirk explaining to the aliens about the virtues of Humanity and the Federation. But it wasn't working and he was going to drag her out of the car and arrest her and I was screaming about getting his name and badge number and freaking out. I couldn't maneuver very well between the parked cars which were too close together for me to fit the wheelchair... when I caught up to them again it was a DIFFERENT COP who pretended it had been him all along and he didn't know what I was talking about, and Squid was forlonly in the back of this squad car...
Yarrrrgh! what a heinous dream!
Gaaaaah!
Posted by: squid | August 10, 2004 at 09:59 AM
they have a catalogue?? oh i want one!
i've been wanting a neighborhoodie, but i'm sure people would look at it and go "Glenview? where the hell is that?" i think i'll just get one that says "Oakland" instead.
Posted by: leblanc | August 11, 2004 at 10:37 AM