Secret Still

I’ve been sick in case any of you were wondering why nothing has been happening here. For some reason when solid lumps of yellow phlegm are bombarding my tongue because my sinuses are overflowing I just don’t want to update. Weird, I know. Now that I’m onto the annoying cough stage and back at work I will grace you with new crap.

Right now I’m looking at a Target zine, the kind they hand out to college freshmen to dupe them into thinking there’s more to Target than selling you throw pillows. In the back there are 10 essential CD’s that you should buy (at Target of course). And it’s a good list, or at least better than you would expect from something like this crappy sales-handout. I won’t tell you what’s on it, because then I feel like I’m working for Target for free, which I guess I am since I linked to their homepage. I don’t really mind so much. They work with good designers at least. I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that those designers listen to good music. Touche, Target.

And speaking of the big red bulls-eye, The Girl got me a onesie with glow-in-the-dark stars on it. I tried it on but something about wearing child’s pajamas while cuddling with my girlfriend made me seriously creeped out. I felt like I was part of some new fetish. Plus it’s hard to feel manly and sexy in XL kid’s PJ’s. I feel sorry for whatever hideously large 12-year-old that gets his overly-coddled existence pushed even further away from any hope of being normal by a mother who would buy him those things. That sad, fat, ice cream covered, bastard.

While my snot-addled life copes with maintenance tearing out all the pipes in the ceiling, you can all enjoy these various tidbits and I will get happiness vicariously from you.

After a not-too-long wait there is another issue of Ruby Mag out. It looks to be a real “gem.”

That was possibly the best pun I’ve ever made. No lie.

If you haven’t yet experience Flavorpill then you are probably only living a half life.

And what has The Flav shown me, you might ask? Why, Ingi Erlingsson of course!

If you’re a fan of found object art and robots then you are pretty much guaranteed to love The Slobots.

It may be run by a pack of dirty hippies, but Commune still makes some damn fine t-shirts. Give them your patronage if you have the cash and the inclination.

Do you speak German? Neither do I. I still found my way around Markus Hofer’s site. Fucking brilliant.

If you ever wonder about the overindulgence that seems so normal to Americans but borderline masochistic to other countries then read this article at Design Observer.

A bunch of artists got together and created things out of Deadly Squire fabrics. There is a Flickr Set taken by Design*Sponge.

I swear to Allah, James Jean just gets better all the time. Check out the new illustrations.

And finally, something I hope you will all get the biggest pants-kick out of: The First 4 Minutes of Borat.

I’ll leave you with a verbal description of what met my eyes this morning as I entered my room: a fat guy sucking his thumb, asleep in my bed. This is why it’s best not to spend the night elsewhere when your roommates buy a bottle of Evan Williams for the night. And people wonder where my aggression comes from.