Saturday, March 14, 2009


In these difficult economic times, it is important that every one of us do more to get money from other people.

With this in mind, I am proud to announce that I am collaborating on ErgoShirt with the lovely and talented Dee Dee.

But I don't want to taint the loving relationship that has grown between you and I. I am not trying to get you to buy shirts like some Amway Kay.


I want you to get your family, friends, acquaintances and complete strangers to buy shirts.

This way, you will have the satisfaction of knowing that you helped us keep the lights on and we will have, uh, electricity.

Most of the designs on ErgoShirt have sprung whole from the sordid depths of my mind. Dee runs them through an intelligibility filter and then de-insanitizes them and makes them available for purchase. She is the chief codenician* behind ErgoShirt and her code is flawless and full of powerful mojo.

So get thee hie to ErgoShirt, pick out the shirts that you think people may like, and then make them buy!

Also, don't forget to stock up on Lavi votive candles at your local carniceria.

*Yes, I did just coin that term


D said...

why isn't it "Cogito Damsel Fly"?
After all, it does picture a winged beast.

The_Scum said...

Didn't you already foist a shirt off on your minions?

Dee Dee has a giant assed Purse there. I can think of only one reason why any woman would need a Tech Bag™ with personality that large? That one reason was the ex girlfriend who used it to take her dog shopping.

Whelp, another Steak and Blowjob Day™ has passed. I recieved neither a steak nor a blow job.

Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.

-Hunter S. Thompson

Dedicated to the other side of Las Vegas, namely; the sprawling, mad, incoherent underpinnings of the world's favorite destination.

That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular.