So, it's been a little while since I posted.
I had a birthday get-together last Friday. This year's completely amazing obsess-a-thon present from the people who brought you Being Madhava Enros, was a marketing campaign for the autumn's new candy sensation, Totally Tubular Madahava Minis (www.gottahavamadahava.com). The pub was flooded with themed and besloganed tshirts, coasters, posters, as well as, of course, tubes of the candy itself. I was overwhelmed. Thanks guys. I can't really explain it futher than that... I encourage you to go to the website. Also, Mike offers some explanation.
Most insightful comment of the evening: "Thank goodness they don't hate you." Indeed.
I got a little free cheap plastic radio the other day as some sort of promotion. This is an exerpt from the instructions:
"To press reset and digit turning button scan once press, the radio will in order upward automatically hunting and lock to fix, may listen to 88-108MHz FM broadcast."
There were some prizes given out for the best hallowe'en costumes at choir this evening. Among them was this:
Not only is it a 45 inch executioner's axe, but it's also a choking hazard, which makes it, essentially, the deadliest thing ever.
The first batch of livesquidinabox.com t-shirts is done, and they look pretty good.
It's been brought to my attention that the following two phrases are perfect anagrams of "Madhava Enros":
Mike and Tyla's cat, Chester, has branched out from peeing on their couch -- he now offers the full suite of defecation options and he left samples on their bed this morning.
Tyla challenged me to come up with a hallmark-style card for the occasion. I didn't have time to actually make one, but here's the concept (once I started thinking about it, I couldn't get back to work until the poem was done).
Photo of a bed with a cat lying on it, looking smug.
U is for the urges that your cat just won't ignore;
R is for the retching as the smell wafts through the door;
I is for intransigence - he knows what litter's for.
N is for the next time. What uric bounty is in store?
E is for exasperation - yet more petits trésors!
Plain white but with a grey "stain" spreading out from the middle of the card. Text overlaid:
Sorry your cat soiled your bed.