Here’s a flyer I made for Hollowdog’s New Year’s Eve gig at Macadam’s.
Believe it or not, a lot of thought went into this piece that you see before you. So, it’s New Year’s Eve and I wanted to portray a change – a transformation old to new. The carpet on the top is, of course, the carpet from Overlook Hotel and the bottom is the photo of Jack the eternal Caretaker.
I think it came together quite nicely.
In the December issue of GQ magazine, Man of the Year and expectant father, Jay-Z reflects on his childhood and the relationship he had with his dad. The rap mogul brings up a couple of thought-provoking points on what really matters to a child, and whether it’s better to have a dad for a while or not at all.
When Jay-Z was 11-years old, his father left him and the family. He claims, “If your dad died before you were born, yeah, it hurts—but it’s not like you had a connection with something that was real. Not to say it’s any better—but to have that connection and then have it ripped away was, like, the worst.”
Regarding the eternal struggle of trying to find a balance between providing for your family and spending quality time Jay-Z offers, “Providing – that’s not love. Being there – that’s more important.”
I’d question the real differences between the amount of pain a kid goes through with the loss of a known parent and the amount suffered by a child who never knows either one or both of their parents. I happen to be somewhere in between these poor choices and I tend to think that having a father in your life – if only for a brief time – is far better than never knowing your father at all.
My dad was gone before my first birthday and he was always just a peripheral figure. He really had no important place in my life, nor did he seem to want one. I would see him maybe once or twice a year, usually for one of the ‘big two’ holidays, Thanksgiving and Christmas and occasionally the end of summer, school shopping experience– which consisted of a trip to the mall, getting about $200 worth of clothes, having an awkward lunch and then back home to wonder when I might see him again.
Read the rest at Baby Shower For Guys
http://babyshowerforguys.com/home/content/article?id=52
Check out the logo, stickers and lovely website freshly designed for the Soapmakers.
Check out this site I designed for the Soapmakers – theSoapmakers.net.
This is the perfect way to wish someone well while telling them that you don’t think they’re very bright, kind or good. It’s polite and rude all in one simple statement.
With this design you can show some hippie love along with some hateful sarcasm.
How many times have you run across a stupid motherfucker? I seem to find at least a couple a day – but that’s just me. See, I kind of prefer people to be decent citizens of their community, but those people are becoming a rarity.
If you’re like me – and I pray to all things holy that you are not (it’s exhausting being this aware of and angry at your world) – you’ll want one of the many things that I have emblazoned with this sweet design. Get yourself a shirt, a keychain, button, or maybe a set of stickers. You know you want to. Don’t be afraid.
Get your “Have a Nice Day, You Stupid Motherfucker!” stuff today and make a bunch of new friends tomorrow!
Six words to sum up my view on just about everything.
I hate the idea of anyone attempting to make decisions regarding my personal being – and I hate the idea of the government imposing ‘morality’ or ‘ethics’ onto a society at large.
Sure, you can take this as a pro-choice, abortion rights stance, but it also works on any level of intrusion by anybody. You want Rick Perry injecting your kids with the HPV vaccine? Do you like the government approving ‘official’ drugs but denying your personal ‘unofficial’ choices? Do you think your sexual practices should be branded ‘legal’ or ‘illegal’? How about those social retards that want to govern who you fall in love with?
This is an excellent design for anyone who’s sick and tired of having someone else’s view of right and wrong being imposed upon them.
It’s funny that the Tea Party claims they “want the government outta our lives!” – yet at the same time they would never let ‘homos and faggots’ get married because it’s against ‘God’s Laws.’ Oh, your grandma’s sick, in misery and being ravaged by an insidious disease and she wants desperately to end her life with dignity and pride when and where she chooses? Nope. These kind of decisions are best left to bureaucrats with religious agendas. They want to make their own decisions when it comes to being cheap-skates and not paying their taxes, and keep their kids stupid with shitty schools and their air filthy with the dismantling of the EPA, but if YOU want to smoke some dope and put your cock in ‘ungodly’ places – well, then they want to govern your ass right into prison. Fucking hypocrites.
Anyway, here are some cool My Body. My Choice. Fuck You. products that carry a terse, direct message that makes it abundantly clear that you are the person in control of your body, your being, your life.
Sure, you want to be friendly and polite, but you’re deal with a total asshole.
How to you reconcile this awkward scenario? Simple: wear a nice, polite ‘Hello, Asshole!’ shirt from Rev. Shakes to make your point clear.
Nobody likes unfriendliness – except raging assholes who don’t really seem to give a fuck at all.
Well, now with this fantastic design you can solve the problem of being nice to someone who doesn’t deserve it.
Get your Hello, Asshole Shirts, Hats and Buttons now. You’ll be glad you did – and the asshole won’t care either way.
Got a big package? Want to pretend you do? Then this is for you.
You don’t have to be a fireman to carry a fire hose, you just need a big…ego. Get your ‘Fire Hose’ gear and impress those classy ladies who need your emergency services.
Yeah, there are some women’s shirts, too, but maybe you’re a tranny or you have a huge clit and you want everyone to know it. I’ve got you covered, don’t worry about it.
As far as the baby stuff…well, baby boys do tend to pee a lot and anyone’s who’s ever changed a diaper and been soaked with an unexpected stream of urine will totally relate and find this onesie totally appropriate.
The lovely tie is pretty cool, too, because you can wear it quite discreetly at work and then when you hit the bar you can unbutton your jacket and advertise the goods to the foxes that are looking for action. If nothing else, you’ll at least get some chicks to look at your crotch and wonder.
Get some Fire Hose gear today and give the world a fair warning of the power you’re packing downstairs.
by Rev. Shakes Spear
“Ladies and gentlemen I don’t want to get weird on this so please take it for what it’s worth,” said America’s Kookiest Televangelist, Pat Robertson, when referring to the earthquake that shook Washington, DC last week, “but it seems to me the Washington Monument is a symbol of America’s power, it has been the symbol of our great nation, we look at that monument and say this is one nation under God. Now there’s a crack in it. Is that a sign from the Lord? Is that something that has significance or is it just result of an earthquake? You judge, but I just want to bring that to your attention.”
Well, thanks Pat. Let me take that under consideration for a…oh, wait. Here comes Michele Bachmann with her take on what the all-loving Creator was talking about , “I don’t know how much God has to do to get the attention of the politicians,” the migraine-ridden Politivangelist mused. “We’ve had an earthquake; we’ve had a hurricane. He said, ‘Are you going to start listening to me here?’ Listen to the American people because the American people are roaring right now. They know government is on a morbid obesity diet and we’ve got to rein in the spending.” Hmmmm….
So, it’s pretty obvious that God is really, super-duper trying to get our attention and give us a message – and he’s going to use death and destruction to spread it. But what is that message?
According to Pat, the Washington monument is a symbol of a ‘nation under God,’ but he doesn’t seem to understand that giant, stone obelisks have historically been an altar of heathen worship. Apparently, he’s never come across the fact that obelisks are phallic symbols related to the worship of the Egyptian Sun god, Ra. Nor does seem to know that each side of the Washington Monument’s base measure 55.5 feet long, which add up the very Satanic total of 666 inches. The height of the obelisk is 555.5 feet, which is equal to 6,666 inches – and that, my friends, is an extra Satanic number. And, of course, Mr. Robertson can’t possibly know that Washington, DC’s entire geographic layout is based on Masonic symbology.
I would think that a man who has spent his life presumably studying religion, spirituality, Satan, cults and the like would have at some point discovered what everybody knows: Masonry is regarded by all Christ-based religions as absolutely Anti-Christ. In fact, the Roman Catholic Church’s stance on Masonry decries, “Those who knowingly embrace such [Masonic] principles are committing serious sin.” But poor Pat is obliviously unaware of the meaning behind his beloved Mighty White Penis of Power.
If he did understand it’s meaning, one would assume that Pat Roberstson would read the cracking of the Washington Monument entirely differently. He should be happy, thrilled even, that God has had enough of the sun and phallic-worshipping, power-hungry, political prostitutes that are destroying our country on the false premise of a nation under God. Shouldn’t this be a sign for Pat that God is sick of the greed and lust of supposed ‘family values’ politicians that strive to put money and business before people and Country – the politicians that he has been promoting for the last 30 years? Or does he secretly know and fully understand – and thus fear – that God is telling Pat and other pseudo-religious, fear-mongering leaders that their corruption is slowly being exposed for what it is: the work of Evil. The breaking of ‘America’s Cock’ is indeed a symbol, but not the one that Pat Robertson would have you believe.
As for Migraine Michelle…well, her interpretation is clearly a sign that God is a Republican and he does NOT like black men (especially Democratic ones) in power. She knows what the always-politically-involved God was telling us by wreaking havoc and mayhem upon the people. Not you. You’re too dumb to figure it out. Just shut up and leave it to a real Christian to explain God’s mysteries.
It’s strange that Michele Bachmann is the true seer of God’s wrath – and that she has determined that His message is somehow political. Quite fortunately for her, the Big Man just so happens to be on HER side. Coincidental? I don’t think so. It’s abundantly clear that God’s causing of earthquakes and hurricanes directly correlates to the Barack Obama administration’s gross overspending on useless domestic social programs. Duh. God doesn’t want people to have health care, an education, clean air, food, shelter, clothing, water or any of those non-essential things that foster human life. God says, “Pull yourself up by your own bootstraps, you lazy bastards. Look at me. I did it!” And Michele agrees.
It’s pretty clear that as a Christian and official interpreter for God, she understands that when Jesus said to “clothe the poor and feed the hungry,” what He meant was “clothe the poorly-dressed rich people and feed the power-hungry rich people.” Matthew 6:24 states “No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will hold to one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and Money.” Wrong again, God. Michele Bachmann CAN do both and still call herself a Good Christian. That’s the true beauty of a hypocrite.
By Bachmann’s reasoning, these messages from Our Heavenly Father have NOTHING to do with Global Warming, greenhouse gasses, fracking, offshore drilling, nuclear power plants exploding and burning into the core of the planet, strip mining, unrestrained burning of fossil fuels, deforestation or any other of those so-called ‘facts’ made up by tree-huggin’, Communist/Marxist/Maoist, dope smokin’ hippies. Nope. Gods message was ALL about government spending. Plain and simple. Any fool can see that. And the fool that sees that best is Michele Bachmann.
So, with this new information from God, it’s divinely obvious that we, the roaring people, should elect Michele Bachmann to the Presidency of the United States of America. She will cut government spending (and win the war on terror and lower gas prices) and then God will be all cool, laid back and friendly with us again. I think it’s safe to say that if Michele Bachmann gets into prime political power, we can expect clear, blue skies and balmy days and nights from now until the end of time – which won’t be far off with a paranoid, homo-hating, Muslim-fearing, radical, fundamentalist Christian with her finger on the button…waiting for the next message from God.
Here’s a nifty, little flyer promoting another local show at Pop Culture. Love him or hate him, Reagan looks pretty bad-ass…
Here’s cool logo and a gritty bio I’ve created for a local, Vancouver trio. Enjoy…
From amongst the hidden hills of Mount Sapo, three Good Workmen emerged. Their faces covered in ash, their boots caked in animal fat, their hands…their hands still dripping with blood. The Soapmakers had arrived. The Village was grateful for the arrival of the ‘Three Who Cleanse Us All’. But this year was different. This year the Soapmakers broke tradition.
After 15 years of hearing only the steady rhythm of their working tools, occasionally accompanied by the screams of unwilling sheep, the Soapmakers have broken their vows of silence. For the first time the Soapmakers spoke. Slowly and softly they explained that they have been called to ‘Cleanse the World’. They would move down from the Mount and into the World to spread the knowledge and wisdom of their ancient Craft.
Determined to continue their Mission to ‘Cleanse the Souls of People and Free the Heart of Man,’ the Soapmakers deliver an earthly mix of heavy, steady rhythms with the cries and chants of a celebratory, sacrificial night.
The Soapmakers are here. Prepare yourselves. You have been warned.
How could you not love this? Is it just me, or is this one bad-ass design? I worked for days on this, trying to replicate the way old-school Easy Rider posters. I searched through thousands of fonts and hundreds of pictures – not to mention the hours smoothing out his god-awful pokey knees and making his crotch nice and crispy – to put this together and the good boys of Hollowdog couldn’t get behind it. So be it. RIP Dennis Hopper….
