Jessica Hische’s Daily Drop Caps…
eautiful initials by typographer, designer, and illustrator Jessica Hische, who has a newly minted Daily Drop Caps project, whereby “each day (or at least each WORK day), a new hand-crafted decorative initial cap will be posted for your enjoyment and for the beautification of blog posts everywhere.” Jessica provides the HTML code to copy/paste directly into your blog posts to take advantage of her letterific creations!
Daily Drop Caps thus far, magnified:
I am in love with these, by the way. Which you could probably guess considering all of the illuminated initials I’ve used throughout my blog posts since my blog’s inception last year. I guess you could say that Jessica Hische is kind of my hero. Visit her blog HERE.
I am absolutely in love with this trailer.
Typophile Film Festival 5, Opening Titles
From the site:
Handcrafted with love by BYU design students and faculty, for the 5th Typophile Film Festival. A visual typographic feast about the five senses, and how they contribute to and enhance our creativity. Everything in the film is real—no CG effects!
(Thanks to @MilkAndEggsCo for clueing me in!)
Doggie style.
ave you ever seen the movie Lars and the Real Girl, starring Ryan Gosling (of The Notebook fame – or notoriety, depending…) as the eponymous character opposite an unsettlingly animated doll whom he loves in the most profoundly caring (and, yes, delusional) way?
Yeah, well, apparently someone felt like male canines maintained similar longings. Which is why I would occasionally find my former pup, Toby (R.I.P.), going to town on the leg of my Pound Puppy. It wasn’t pretty. Or a healthy vision for a 10-year-old just before bedtime. But, perhaps if Toby had a Doggie Lover Doll to keep him satisfied, my humping-induced trauma would have been minimal.
It seems somehow fitting that the Doggie Lover Doll® hails from the land that brought us the ever-so-comforting Brazilian wax. Oh, and get this: it’s created by this company called PetSmiling, Inc.. Umm…someone’s a little overly confident in the success of their product. In their press release, they explain the science behind this alleged one-of-a-kind canine sex toy:
During the doll’s test period with a few canines, including the Maltese Flock (responsible for the idea), the pets showed a better quality of life based on less anxiety, less barking, and less territorial demarcation. In other words, the dogs live a better life, satisfying their repressed sexuality, in some cases for many years.
When a dog tries to hump legs, stuffed animals and other objects, he cannot reach an ejaculation. With the DoggieLoverDoll he can. Human beings have their hands to masturbate themselves, now the domestic animals, which have practically no contact with females in heat, can alleviate themselves with a toy designed specifically for them. Dogs have a great sexual appetite and this novelty, surely will better their lives.
Yeah, OK, doggie civil rights and sexual equality, woohoo. I dig it. But, there’s a wee little problem with PetSmiling’s press release. See, they claim that the Doggie Lover Doll® is
“The world’s first sex doll for dogs”
and they planned a celebratory unveiling at the 8th annual Pet South America convention São Paulo, which apparently took place last week, from July 22nd to 24th. Yet, a quick Google search led to the immediate discovery of one
HotDoll — Love Doll for Dogs, by Clement Eloy
which apparently went public in… wait for it… 2007. And early 2007 at that. So, over two years ago. Granted, it didn’t immediately go on sale in 2007; in fact, it just went on sale this summer. But the creation was widely publicized in 2007 (see links at the end of this post). And Eloy’s a Frenchie, which just seems even more fitting than the Brazilian knock-off. No offense. Oh, and there are plenty of images of dog-on-rubber Hotdog action. I know you want to see at least one, so… here’s my favorite:
Image source: http://www.yankodesign.com
I love the wind in the fur as if to emphasize sheer doggy exuberance. And how the HotDoll is bigger than the actual dog. I’m not sure what the head/nose knob is about, but this design seems much more sleek and ergonomic than the Doggie Lover Doll, don’t you think? Plus, PetSmiling doesn’t seem to have any photos of any dogs actually smiling as a result of this faux copulation. In fact, the only image I could find containing a dog is this fuzzy little number from their website:
And I’m pretty sure my 6-year-old neighbor created that graphic. When she was 4.
Oh, wait, I just found this photo:
Image source: http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs/sexist
But how lame and suspicious is that? I can’t even be certain that’s an actual dog standing awkwardly behind the doll. What’s up with those star stickers? Is that Orion’s belt? What is that orange ensemble with the colored puffballs hanging off of it? Did he just come back from a salsa lesson? And why is the dog not on the doll? I mean, isn’t that the point? Shouldn’t the PetSmiling people at least show the dog’s mouth so we can see if he’s actually smiling? I mean, WTF???
But maybe those PetSmiling goons have already been found out. Because, shadier yet, the link to their online store yields a website that is currently “under construction.” Yet the rubber pooch was supposed to go on sale starting July 22nd according to the press release. Maybe some sex toy sniffing dogs sauntered into that Pet South America convention and kicked some doggy A. Maybe the people at HotDoll hired a hitdog to knock off the PetSmiling pooches? I don’t know, but I bet it was awesome whatever it was.
Oh, OK fine, here’s another dog-on-HotDoll image to tide you over, you pervs:
Image source: http://www.yankodesign.com/
And in case you’re still wanting more, here are some additional links about HotDoll, ©2007:
1. HotDoll, and, because I know you’re itching to, you can follow HotDoll on Twitter HERE
2. Divine Caroline review, with snippets from creator Clement Eloy
3. Gizmodo
(*Doggie image of initial “H” found HERE)
Happy Hop Hop Day!
am not at all religious, but that has never stopped me from celebrating Easter as a holiday for which intricately designed eggs and cute, fluffy bunnies and mass quantities of Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs abound. Happy Hop Hop Day to all of you!
Melting the wax off of my first Ukrainian egg design (Fall 2007)
My dear brother's impressive collection of Pysanky (and my sad little guy that pales in comparison at the bottom right of the carton - hee hee)
Although it’s been said many times, many ways…
(Image: Currier & Ives, 1876)
You may have noticed that I have taken a bit of a “Pogging Pause” (PP) in recent weeks. Mega hi-tech equation: end-of-the-semester academia chaos + procrastination on making/buying of Christmas gifts + the earlybird birth of my impossibly cute niece & nephew (!!) = an epidemic known as Unfortunate Pog Deficiency (UPD). But I promise I’ll be back very very soon. Just as soon as the cookie coma wears off.
I hope you’re all enjoying the loveliest of holidays (and the yummiest of foods — especially cookies)!
Thursday things.
k, I decided to jump ship on my former blog theme and try a new one on for size. It happens. Hell, it has ALWAYS happened. When I was in elementary school, I shared a room with my sister (bunk-beds, represent!), and she’d come home from school after me, only to find that I had reconfigured the location of my desk, doll/stuffed animal display, and shelves of Barbies and assorted Barbie accessories… oh, and, in the process, some of her possessions as well. I mean, come on, it had to flow.
Nothin' like stuffin' a Big Mac down Barbie's hole.
But my point is: sometimes you go through something internally and feel the need to express that “something” in an external fashion. Or I do, anyway. As the years have progressed, I’ve looked to everything from hair cut&color to framed picture rotation to piercings to MySpace layout switches to publicly exhibit these changes for me. So… revolving blog themes was a natural progression. We’ll see how it fits.
In other news, I just entered another one of Anna’s “This Week In Stupid” Sucky Sweepstakes contest. The booty’s HUGE this time around: a $100 American Express gift card!!!!! Umm…HELLO?!? Needless to say, I am very excited about this prospect. Not only have I been wallowing in self-pity due to hospital/doctor bills (ok, bills in general) and the desire to eat something other than cereal for every meal, but I also have been DYING to buy my future niece and nephew pretty much every freaking mini baby animal hat/onesie/footie pjs/booties that I freakin’ find. But I have less than zero cash, and it’s just pathetic.
Ok ok, I know… Cry me a river, Justin Timberflake… I know. I’ll stop. Everybody’s suffering right now due to that little thing called OUR ECONOMY HAS GONE TO SHIZZ. I know.
But I found this totally stupidtastic story to submit for Anna’s contest, and my jaw’s still sort of hanging as a result of the major ridiculousness of the reality of the situation. Check it out… you’ll freak with laughter just at the headline:
“Online divorcée jailed after killing virtual hubby”
AWESOME.
So I’m just going to copy/paste what I posted as my Sucky Sweepstakes entry (because I’m way too lazy to reconstruct a cool synopsis from scratch… after all, “The Office” starts soon. Gotta get my glass of Pepsi ready.)
So, check it out:
A 43-year-old Japanese broad has been accused of hacking into a computer and illegally manipulating information so that she could murder her virtual spouse in the interactive game ”Maple Story.”
In her defense, the convicted virtual assassin had this to say: “I was suddenly divorced, without a word of warning. That made me so angry.” So, virtual murder was CLEARLY the next step.
Apparently, her online husband complained to the police when he logged in to “Maple Story,” only to discover that his avatar was suddenly a decaying corpse. The police then conducted an investigation and found that the virtual spouse-killer had used information that her cyber-husband had given her back when they were happily married… she then used that info to hack into his account and totally jack him. Stupid-head cyber-hubby.
Oh, but the police were quick to add that this woman has never plotted revenge in “real life,” so all Tokyo residents should feel completely safe and rest easy. Or easily. Or whatever.
Nice.
Because I know you just can’t get enough, here’s the link to the full story (which, fyi, tells of other cyber crimes, too): CRAZY MO-FO JACKS VIRTUAL SPOUSE, GOES TO JAIL
Inappropriate Baby Attire, version 2.0
ore freaky-deaky clothing that appears to be created more for certain adults’ sick sense of humor than for innocent, little baby minds that can’t even pronounce the word “gross” and voice their discontent. I mean, yes, OK, I’ll admit: a couple of the onesie designs I’m about to show you did make me chuckle a bit; however, that’s precisely the point: they’re intended for adults. Wait — did I just call myself an “adult”?! That’s a gross exaggeration in itself. But anyway, my point is that we shouldn’t use our kids as our own humoristic-verging-on-sick-and-perverted marketing ploys.
So then, allow me to introduce my second inaugural
INAPPROPRIATE BABY ATTIRE
pog, this time courtesy of TShirtHell.com:
Photo Ops.
wasn’t going to pog anything today because, well, quite frankly, I just ain’t feelin’ it. Get this: I was up from 3:30-7:30am this morning. “Why?” you ask in your most sympathetic tone? Well, thank you for your concern, I’ll tell you: because apparently Insomnia’s one of those unfortunate (and annoying) visitors that just can’t take a hint and take a freakin’ hike. Talk about overstaying your welcome…! Come on, Insomnia, clue yourself in, for crying out loud! Sheesh. Anyway, so I’m a borderline somnambule right now.
WHOA. TIME-the-F-OUT. I’m watching the testament to journalistic brilliance that is Extra, and Dayna Devon just turned up on a red carpet with Paula Abdul, who seems to think that Sarah Palin is copying/exploiting her hairstyle. Umm, I seem to have missed the memo about “The Paula” sweeping the nation this campaign season. By now, you know I’m not exactly an SP fan, but I sincerely doubt that she’s been looking to the Abdulameister for stylistic inspiration. I mean, come on: SP’s too busy packin’ pistols, applyin’ lipstick, and awkwardly passin’ around her baby Trig for photo-ops.
Time-out over.
So sorry. Paula Abdul isn’t the reason why I decided to pog in my zombie-esque state. And SP certainly isn’t. This is:
See how those walls are covered with pages from old books (in French)??? Umm… WHY HAVEN’T I THOUGHT OF THAT?! My life is enough of a whirlwind between fiction and reality, I suppose… perhaps living within fictional walls wouldn’t be the healthiest for me? Anyway, I just came across this lovely website called Sweet Paul. In fact, Paul is so unbelievably sweet that he made me swoon over the above lovely photos. He also introduced me to my new favorite French design site, called Harmonie Intérieure. If my interiors were this harmonious, I bet I’d be able to sleep through the night.
The fact that I’m going to become an AUNT (!!!!!!) for the first time (TO TWINS!!!!!! Un garçon et une fille…) probably has something to do with my current adoration for all things childish and whimsical… But also, come on: French + adorable kids playing + letters + bright colors = perhaps my most favorite equation.
By the way, Harmonie Intérieure also offers brilliant things such as these:
Oh that I were independently wealthy. And done with my dissertation. And a guitar-strummin’ folk singer. And… ok, I better stop.
I hope you enjoy these photos/sites as much as I do. Or at least a little close to “as much as I do.”
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