Having somehow become incredibly studious yesterday, I today find myself with nothing that needs to get done.
I decided that I maybe should probably get this shirt as soon as possible. I think one person has complimented me on my collection of sweet shirts, and being me, I have taken that compliment very much to heart. I can feel myself growing into the knowledge, that yes, indeed, I do have some pretty sweet awesome t-shirts. I’d better, because that’s actually all I ever wear. I tried to get into the whole “wearing nice clothes” thing in high school, and it kind of happened for a little while – I just ended up wearing blazers and scarves to school a lot. I remember some of my friends actually refused to talk to me the one time I defiantly wore a bandana to school in 9th grade. I have never had a spectacular relationship with fashion. But I won’t deny the assertion/fact that my t-shirts are totally rad. I just picked up a sweet shark shirt when my family was in Las Vegas, which I wear on Wolfshirt Wednesdays* (which is every Wednesday). It’s one of those ones where the shark is popping out of the front and tearing through the very fabric of the shirt itself, with little bits of shirt all over its teeth. So what I’m saying is that it’s totally sweet.
I also have a Keith Emerson Band Tarkus shirt (not ELP, I know it’s lame) that I got at Moogfest 2007 – people always ask me if it’s an armadillo-tank, to which I reply that it is, and it’s called a Tarkus (or rather the Tarkus). I got a Street Fighter 2 and a Mario shirt with all the characters from those games on them from Forbidden Planet, which is a wonderful wonderful store of nerdiness. I love those ones, and I get a lot of compliments on the SF2 one (all from guys, of course. The day a girl compliments me on that shirt will be a special one). There’s one with a dinosaur on it with a paper shell on its back, entitled “Paperback” that my suitemate last year designed. I think it’s such a funny pun, and everybody always asks what it is that’s on my shirt and then I explain it and they’re all “oh that’s dumb”. Come on, people. Seriously. The ODB/Andy Warhol shirt is also awesome, as is the big “W” Wu-Tang logo that I have. And there’s also one that just says “I Just Want to Ride Bikes with You,” which is cute and everything, but it’s also usually true. Let’s ride bikes together. I’m seriously. Oh and there’s the one I got from the HackNY hackathon back in October, probably less than a week before I started the glorious institution of Three Stegosaurus Moon[dot]com.
I think my shirts are good. I love them. And the Andrew WK one would also be sweet, not even because I love partying or anything, his bloody face is just a killer thing to have on your frontal region. Oh, and soon my Tropicana package will be arriving, probably on Tuesday, according to their email. There will be an abundance of Tropicana treasures, hopefully.
*By the way, Three Stegosaurus Moon defines a “wolfshirt” as a long- or short-sleeved t-shirt that depicts any animal with a decent degree of realism and detail. For example, the shirt pictured above is a wolfshirt, as is this one. This, however, is not technically a wolfshirt by my definition, as it doesn’t include the requisite detail in the wolf art. That said, the website that sells that shirt is an incredible wolfshirt resource. Wolfshirt.