Clothes OMG

Which shirt should I wear to Sex, Wine and Chocolate?

Too bad I don’t have this shirt anymore.

Input please.

* Can’t see the shirt as well in this photo, but I like it better because of the sign I’m standing next to (to which…).

Shameless promotion

My friend/sister (long story!) Crystal, along with the help of Rusty’s Photoshop skills, designed these “I Heart Obama” T-shirts. She had 12 protoype shirts made in Augusta a few weeks ago and gave me one:

I -heart- Obama

Now she has a CafePress store where you can buy them yourself. I told her she needs to make business cards w/ the URL on them, because when I wore the shirt last weekend somebody at Lowe’s asked me where I got it. He asked if I had gotten from the campaign… ha.

In lieu of a blog post…

Check out my awesome new shirt.

I’ll be wearing it to pole dancing class tomorrow night.

PodCamp Atlanta T-shirts!

We have T-shirts! Be sure to get there early Saturday morning to get yours - there are (as of this post) 165 people registered and we only have 150 shirts. All the cool kids will be wearing a PodCamp Atlanta T-shirt; dona??t you want to be one of the cool kids? (Correct answer: yes.)

PodCamp Atlanta T-shirts

[Cross-posted on the PodCamp Atlanta blog]

Got my schwag

I took about 15 photos trying to get a decent shot of myself wearing my awesome new shirt… and, yeah, this was the best one of the lot! Self-photography can be a real bitch.

I'm podcasting this

I’m also now the proud owner of a Georgia Podcast Network hoodie and mousepad.

This concludes your Thursday edition of “Whoring Shameslessly for the Georgia Podcast Network.”

Just wonderful

Dammit. I knew I shouldn’t have worn this shirt today. It always makes me sweat like a whore in church. And there’s no good explanation; it’s just a simple linen button-down shirt. I’ve had it for 2 years, and without fail, every time I wear it I feel like someone’s filling a couple of swimming pools in my armpits. Hmmm, writing this kind of makes me wonder why I haven’t gotten rid of it.

Button Idiocy

I take issue with the placement of buttons on women’s button-up shirts. There always ends up being that space between the 2nd and 3rd button that bulges out slightly, so that from the side anyone can get a glimpse of whatever is (or isn’t) under your shirt; and sometimes it looks weird from the front, too. The bigger your boobs are, the worse it is. Why don’t they just adjust the spacing/placement of the buttons and be done with it? All my female friends and acquaintances have this problem… it’s exasperating.

15 More Minutes of Fame

Look who’s all up in ThinkGeek’s grill.

That’s a screen shot, but the real thing currently lives here (and, more specifically, here). The narcissism never ends, does it?

Now, go buy stuff from ThinkGeek!

Consumerism

Today I went to Ross and bought two awesome t-shirts. (I almost bought three, but reason prevailed as I realized I would never actually wear the “Got Jesus?” shirt, so there was no point in buying it.) I know, I know a?? more t-shirts is the last thing I need in my wardrobe. But I just can’t help myself.

The first is a kick-ass Super Mario shirt… see for yourself:

Next we have an awesome Slinky shirt:

I also took a couple pictures of me actually wearing them, but I was vacillating about whether to post them, because it might 1) make me look even more “self-absorbed” than I apparently already am, and 2) appear to be merely an excuse to post gratuitous boob shots. Then I decided, fuck it, it’s my blog and I can post boob shots if I want. So here you go:

So there you have it.

New Gear

My [new] stuff from ThinkGeek came yesterday: this and this and these. I’m rocking the first shirt today.

Update: You wanted modeling, David? How’s this?

Posers [and a tangent]

Both Target and Urban Outfitters are selling knock-offs of those “I’m a Pepper” t-shirts from the late 70s/early 80s. But guess what? I have an original. I bought it at a thrift shop in the East Village when I was at NYU (early freshman year, I think). It’s red with the familiar “I’m a Pepper” deal on the front, and some kind of radio station logo with a big ol’ 1982 emblazoned at the top. You know what, I think I might wear it tomorrow. And Tuesday I’ll wear my authentic, early-to-mid 80s Mello Yello t-shirt. I bought that one in Athens in May 1998 — at Go Clothing, which is now Go Bar — when I was doing my senior project (we’re talking high school here), interning at Flagpole and living at the Holiday Inn Express. That’s when I learned that I did not want to pursue a career in journalism. I did help Ballard with a few of the music reviews, though. It was fun pretending to be a music snob — an Athens one, at that! — if only for a few moments.