Monday, November 28, 2005

Obscure injoke-y but TOTALLY AWESOME, spot-on depiction of a Printer's Devil party:

(Implication: wouldn't you really rather sit around drinking warm Schmitt's from a can while some 18th generation Bright Eyes cassette plays on an answering machine and conversation centers on how everybody (except me) got their printer's devil nicknames?)

Thanks, Mr. Nelson.

11:55 AM