Swatch of the Day

Date: 2007
Features: Reminds me of the M-I-A.

PS- My computer's so slow and I didn't feel like waiting for the calendar to open.

Gotta Love Jayne

I'm pretty cool so it makes sense that my friends are cool too. It's math.
Anyway, Jayne sent me the sweetest Hannukah gift in the world which she also gave to her entire family including her grandparents and cousins. This:

(the copy reads: Good Fucking Morning in comic-sans cause I "designed" it obviously.)

So I always use my mug at work and at the end of every day I put it in this bin in the cafeteria so it can get washed and put back on the "everyone's personal mug" cabinet. But the other morning I noticed it was missing. I wasn't worried 'cause I figured someone had borrowed it and I would just get it the next day. So I kind of forgot about it until the end of the day when I walked past one of the company partner's office and saw this:
That's right...
Good Fucking Morning, Francois Lacoursière!

Swatch of the Day

Date: 1996
Special features: When you push the button on the top right, the number "62" lights up on the face. 62 is the amount of parts used to make the watch.

Reason #1 & #2 to be jealous of Heddy Ghersi

1. She has facebook.
2. This:
PS- Ma, why are you pointing at Jenn and not me?

EWWWWWWWWWWW!

Um, thnaks to JF for pointing out that I look like a loser hipster today.
DE-GO-LASS (I don't fucking care how you spell that).
I just want to use this blog to let all one of you know that this (see picture) will not happen again. Ever.
It is unacceptable and nauseating and eeeuuuwgh.
But, let me just defend myself, if I may, uh, what? I may not? Fine.

Disclaimer: I actually love the shirt I am wearing, just not with this nasty hoody. I was cold. To purchase the shirt go to the Rated Rookies link on the right. To burn the hoody, drag it into photoshop and use the burn tool.

Swatch of the Day

Today's Swatch, courtesy of Eve Martel.
Thnaks Eve, you rock my clock!
And my watch guard!

In Search: One Man's Quest for His Ball

We went to Dim Sum like 3 months ago and Jeremy wanted to eat this coconut ball he used to eat at the Chinese restaurants in France. He almost cried when the dessert cart came around without it so we went to another bakery. We couldn't find it there either. We found soemething similar that was obviously still delicious cause it's from Chinatown but the inside wasn't the same. He wanted yellow and gooey, this was white and crumbly.
From that moment on, a search began. Laura (Korean), Janina (Indonesian) and I (Venezuelan) decided it was our duty to find the right Coconut Ball. Unfortunately, it still is.
That's why yesterday things got pretty serious.
Jeremy searched the shit out of google images looking for the perfect image.
Janina provided us with not-on-purpose comic relief.
I installed fear in all the designers with my sick sign painting skills.
Laura held the scotch tape.

Let Our Powers Combine...
Earth! Fire! Wind! Water!
GO COCONUT BALL!!!