melts in your mouth

This is my office-mate's drawer:



And -- seriously -- this needs to stop. My insulin levels spike every time she opens that drawer. I've certainly eaten my fair share, and I purchased one of those green bags. But I draw the line. No more, m&m, no more. I quit you. We are done.

future yesterday comes too soon

Craig Ferguson got married.

And David Letterman resolves to stop eating roadkill in 2009.

I know because I've been up until 1am (or, um, later...) every night this week painting "newsprint" and sewing pinafores for this amazing little show. The newsprint fabric is going to be made into high-fashion accessories for teeny tiny people. The pinafores are going to have ruffles. It will all be marvelous.

It's pretty fun, although I have begun to dread the 12:40am knell of that fucking monkey puppet.

Please to note: the enormous expanse of hand-lettering was dashed off in, like, an hour by the amazing CCS -- I'm just filling it in. I only dropped the brush and stupidly splattered paint once! (I blame the monkey, not the whiskey.)

rabbit rabbit pony

Did the deed! Proof:

Damn, that's a lot of hair, yo.