World, you fail me.
Not only did you not make me a Tintin purse, but you have also failed to make me these shoes. In a Tintin version, of course.
I’m disappointed, world. Deeply disappointed.
Note to self: find a pair of cheap red leather wedges. Post haste.
Note to other people: Awesome ideas for making comic book purses. Especially the leather-and-tshirt-print idea. Thanks!!
Dear World,
I need a purse made out of comic books.
Preferably Tintin comic books.
Go forth, world. Make it happen.
Why are you still here, world? Shouldn’t you be making my Tintin purse happen?
Go FORTH, I say!!
I don’t have heroes. I’m pretty firm on that. Always have been. When I was a little kid I used to get in trouble at school because I always put “none” on papers when they asked, “Who is your hero?” And then usually proceeded to argue about why I wasn’t going to put an answer. One teacher actually told me to just “make something up”. (Apparently it is beyond the scope of third grade teachers to deal with extremely cynical eight-year-olds…. finally at one point I just started putting down “President Carter”, despite having not one clue of any particular action on Mr. Carter’s part that might merit this judgment. Which is sort of ironic actually. If forced to pick a hero today, I’d probably say “President Carter”.)
Still, heroes or no, I’m perfectly happy to acknowledge people who have had a deep, fundamental influence on my thought-processes, whether directly or indirectly:
Richard Hamilton
24 February 1922 ~ 13 September 2011
