Work has been killing me lately, which is part of the reason why there was no Foogos Friday a couple days ago. But since I planned on a double dipping of Foogos for the big game today, you won’t need to cry yourself to sleep any longer. Cut to the
I pulled an all-nighter at work last Thursday, which was half the reason there was no Foogos Friday last week. On no sleep and an empty stomach, I made the three-hour-plus drive to Providence to see some minor league hockey (and fix that whole empty stomach thing). Then I woke
I don’t really have a dog in the Super Bowl race. I guess the Giants are my hometown team, but then so are the Jets. I admire Big Blue’s quiet tenacity, especially in the face of super idiot Rex Ryan’s insanely stupid trash talking, which he somehow managed to do
This was an 11th hour production. Well, if you want to get literal, 22nd hour production, but semantics aside, this came down to the wire. I had decided earlier in the day that I needed something simple to execute with no time for mulligans. A simple letter. So I turned
I really thought the holidays (re: over a week of NO WORK! WOOOOO) (re: re: over a week of no moneys! Awwww) would lead to this massive flux of Foogos creations. Instead, with 2011 winding down, so is my food/art output. I don’t know what it is. Am I burned
My previous draft was a much more scathing write-up on my personal thoughts of the NBA (bah humbug!), but it’s Christmas, and I really have no bitterness to the bland sport that features the largest collection of prima donnas and opposite-of-tough athletes in North America today. Well, I sorta take
There’s three reasons I love the Maine Mariners’ logo. 1. There are hardly any classic AHL logos out there… or any minor league logos for that matter. Most minors’ logos are vector drawing contests: detailed caricatures of various animals; flashy wordmarks; and the inclusion of a hockey stick/puck, basketball, baseball/bat
The corny titles must end! I don’t know why I find amusement in making these awful puns. I know there is not one person on earth who reads them and thinks, “Oh wow, that’s clever/funny/witty!” No one. At all. I guess the best way that I can describe it is
My mother is an amazing chef, and that’s not even her job. She relishes the chance to cook, and usually finds new and exciting dishes to experiment with; most of them are a success. So its no surprise that she wanted to host Thanksgiving this year. And she met the
When I saw the attachments in my email – the new Toronto Blue Jays logos – and the first thought in my mind was… well, it was something I’m not sure is fit for “print” on this website. I’m still new here and I don’t want to ruffle any feathers.
I’m only a casual baseball fan. I like the Phillies, hate the Yankees & Red Sox aka the 1% (Philadelphia has definitely joined that group in recent years, but in my heart, they’re still powder blue collar bums who bleed maroon), and I know that Sammy Sosa looks totally weird now.