Big Boy Juice Box

A must for any picnic, these little aseptic wine containers are actually quite tasty (and people around you don't know what you're up to!)

(Editor's Note: Those aren't my grungy fingernails...)

Written by a Cat?

I can see how eliminating litter can aid one's enjoyment, but dogs? Man's best friend? What did they do to deserve to be eliminated?

Kind of makes you wonder what was crossed out on the sign...

This Is Art?

Let me start by saying that I am an artist. I appreciate all different kinds of art. I even consider myself relatively knowledgeable on the subject, but after our eagerly anticipated visit to the Art Institute of Chicago's Modern Wing I found myself asking, um, myself the question "Is this Art?" The main gallery featured works by an artist named Cy Twombly, and they consisted of crudely constructed wooden boxes scribbled on and slathered in gesso, as well as some wall-sized canvases at which it looked like he had hurled wet paint-filled rags.

It's a sad commentary that one of the highlights of the day was an audio-visual exhibit called "Tortured Clown" that was basically a small room inside of which several monitors showed looped videos of clowns screaming, throwing tantrums, sitting on the toilet, etc. We wanted to take a photo of the poor guard stationed outside of the exhibit trying valiantly to not go completely out of his mind. We were going to call our piece "Tortured Guard"...

Anyway, to be fair, there were many, many incredible, inspiring works as well, but somehow it's easier (or more fun?) to remember the clowns and the kitty litter (didn't I mention the kitty litter?)

Seen Around Town, Part III

I'm thinking of embroidering this on a throw pillow. Either that or using it as my answering machine message...

Quality Control Fiasco

I'm attempting to start a grass-roots movement to raise awareness of what I consider to be a serious issue; fortune cookie quality control. Every day, millions of people count on the nuggets of wisdom contained inside these crispy little wonders to guide and inspire them; What kind of chaos would the world be in if we could no longer trust the information contained in our fortunes? "But" you say, "it's just a simple typo! Anyone can make a mistake. Aminals, animals... we know what they meant!" Well, consider the famous "Thou shalt commit adultery" typo in the 1631 King James Bible, and tell me if a small error doesn't make a big difference. I just want to know for sure that my lucky number for the day IS 14, not 41. Is that too much to ask?

Seen Around Town, Part II

You know, I don't think they really are "sorry" that their restroom is out of order.

Just sayin'...