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There was no “reblog” button on this, but we had to…
i’m gonna go in and ask for it just so i can be this.
Solo Volume 1 (November) is printed and will soon be on sale. Keep your eyes peeled! (also this is my face. i’m sorry)
*wiggles fingers*
want!
Reblog this post - ONLY once per blog! - and then you’re entered to win… a dozen donuts??Yes, once again fredflare.com is gonna overnight you a dozen donuts from my fave NYC spot The Doughnut Plant.
And, what the heck, I’m also gonna throw in a $50 gift certificate to fredflare.com
I’ll pick winner on 2/10. Good luck! xo, Keith
ahhhhhhhh!
(you should go if you’ll be in town, but you should also JUST LOOK AT MY BROTHER AND HIS FEATHERS.)
lunch.
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A first: The idea for this week’s cover, “Loading…”, came from one of our readers, Brett Culbert, a thirty-year-old landscape historian. Culbert’s original image, a blurred Eustace with a loading icon in place of the butterfly, is one of the twelve Eustace Tilley Contest winners for 2012. His idea was modified into the final cover design. Although the winning entries have been showcased in the magazine before, this marks the first time that a reader’s submission inspired the cover.
The other 2012 contest winners include Cristian Gomez, an art director who put Eustace in a window in the Chrysler building. Next, we have five-time finalist Gary Amaro; his entry this year riffs on Picasso. David Urban imagines a Eustace with white earbud headphones. A California-based graphic designer, Ray Dougela, has Eustace coping with the economic situation. Kevin Scalzo reinvents Nancy and Sluggo. Alma Mitchell was born in Miles City, Montana and is ninety-nine years old. Here is her Eustace. View a slideshow of all of the 2012 winners.
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i rallied (read: threw back some aspirin) and joined my family for a smaller dinner. they brought the dogs over for some cuddles and gave me some sweet gifts. now, back to bed.
and iiiiiii-eeee-iiiiiiii will always loooo-ooove you-oooah.
i just got home from work and i’m sick as a dog but i opened my mail to find a birthday card from my grandmother who lives two houses away (“if you don’t care enough about a person to send them a card in the mail, then…”) and new stamps! i think the usps just cured me, is what i’m saying.
if you go to a meeting, i cannot guarantee that there won’t be a senior online marketing manager hiding behind the pillar in your office when you return. i also cannot guarantee that no one will hear you scream.
i died.