Looney Tunes is synonymous with slapstick. Watching any episode I can’t imagine that many kids took / take much notice of the backgrounds in which Elmer hopelessly hunted, the Road Runner pummeled, Pepe p.u.’d, and Bugs Bunny said “What’s Up”.

Come for the whimsy. Stay for the message. I’m immediately drawn to Angela Deane’s work — taking found photos and transforming them into surreal otherworldly oddities through selective painting (now that’s some old school photoshop).

Today is National Macaroni Day, but in my world really every day is macaroni day. Even if when it’s not in my belly, it’s in my mind (and my heart?).

Envelopes, especially from junk mail, make for great scratch pads — to dos in a pinch, emergency grocery lists, don’t forget I love you notes. But man, Mikey Burton has taken it to the next level with his 100 Envelopes project.

For those times you when you’d rather just judge and skip the rest, Monkey’s Paw has a wonderful curated collection of the funny and weird from their bookstore

For as long as I can remember I’ve loved horror movies. Maybe like a lot of kids the interest was born of morbid fascination — forbidden fruit as I walked down the video store isle and we as a family consistently walked briskly passed. I would occasionally take a detour back through the array of suggestive covers and imagine storylines based on the still sneak preview. So much to imagine and the 80’s were ripe with potential.

The other day someone with the screen name “Independent Mom” submitted feedback in the Admission Area. The form doesn’t capture contact info and I have no other way to respond. I didn’t want to go without recognizing her feedback though — soul-baring, guilt ridden, melancholy yet still hopeful. 

At this point it's almost an obligatory post introducing the Color of the Year. If there was any fanfare it died down almost two months ago, unless you really love this color, and in that case it has nothing to do with Pantone's annual announcement. But hey, it's a tradition around these parts so here we are. 

It all started with a song...

I don't remember how I heard it but "You Only Live Twice" by Nancy Sinatra was playing in the living room.

In 2007 I worked all the time and did little else. Any creative endeavors I once had long been dormant or forgotten. After a break up that same year I felt broken and unmoved. In an effort to pick myself up and challenge myself -- to learn, to do, to at the minimum