November 2006
7 posts
oh captain, my captain.
this is tony. sometimes referred to as captain finger bang. he is funny. he is in a band called hello lobster. he plays casio keyboards. he likes miami vice. he probably doesn’t really like death cab. probably.
spy-ish bio.
From the desk of the Heavenly Spies. The Heavenly Spies joined forces in an underground assassin training camp outside Topeka, Kansas after finding a common love for both sleuthing and slinking. The girls were kicked out of assassin training after getting caught having a pillow fight in assassin secret headquarters. So they decided to leave the traditional constraints of espionage and join forces...
say it with a shirt.
So, I ordered a couple of t-shirts online yesterday. I look at it as personality back up in case I say something stupid in a social situation. Or spit on someone while talking. Or spill something down my shirt. Or call someone “Jen” twelve times before they tell me their name is “Karen”. Or fall. Fall really hard and painful-like, because I do that often. But it’s ok because if I do...
“Mismatched rollerblades: $1”
Seen written with sharpie on a box of rollerblades accidentally left outside of a West Seattle antique store overnight. Update involving a hobo with one pink rollerblade and one turquoise rollerblade to follow.
Your 15 minutes...
…just ran out. And it feels like fucking Christmas. PITNB deserves this moment.
contrived-open-mouth-look™
A few weeks ago our burlesque troupe, The Heavenly Spies, had a photo shoot for our upcoming show. The photographer, who was really quite fabulous, kept saying things like—tilt your head up…give me bedroom eyes….open your mouth a little…a little more… I can visualize the look he was going for with his facial choreography (poreography?). I tried it, I really did. So why, oh why, does my face insist...
workin' 9 to 5.
The site Careerbuilder.com recently released a list of the most obscure jobs they’ve seen pass through their eHalls. Behold, my top tenner and some one-sided wittyish snack banter. 1. Coffin Maker What they do: Build customized coffins, ranging from simple pine caskets to extravagant boxes. What I’d do: Invent the “bling to eternity” addition. 2. Potato Chip Inspector What they do: Oversee potato...
