One of the things I love about Twitter is the opportunity to have silly and pointless conversations with other people who would rather have silly and pointless conversations than get their work done. Also, without it I would never have known that you can get someone to draw you a terrible logo for $5.
Which brings me to my point, such as it is. Last night I was avoiding working on one of the non-squid parts of Land Squid (now under construction, with 90% more city council meetings!) when Sophie Littlefield tweeted that she was liked these nails and asked rhetorically if there were worse ways to spend six bucks. And since I never met a rhetorical question I didn’t want to answer obnoxiously and at length, I did, and she turned my late-night ramblings into a very funny blog post.
But, of course I couldn’t leave it at that. Not when there are so many things around that you don’t want to spend six dollars on.*
For example, you could have a corner of track. It’s so corner-y!
Or rubber bands in shapes vaguely relevant to the New York Giants? I think you’re supposed to wear these as bracelets. I don’t understand.
Stylish Mustaches for Girls? Why not? Well, I can think of a few reasons. For one thing, pink? You can get the same look by slapping a wad of Dubble Bubble on your upper lip, and you can get a whole pound for half the price. For another thing, well, all the other things.
And then we have the
Clown Music Box w Puppy Rotating , Send in the Clowns. I don’t think I need to say any more.
I realize these Squirrel Underpants are sold as a joke, but $6.50 still seems like a lot, especially considering that the squirrel isn’t included.
And finally, a purse made from Capri Sun packets. . .
. . .
I don’t even know what to say about this. There doesn’t seem to be any sort of mocking comment I can make than to point out that: This purse. Is made. Of soft drink packaging. I don’t think there’s enough irony in the world for someone to carry (ha!) this off.
*These would have accompanying pictures if Blogger was letting me upload them, which it isn’t. Maybe someday.