{"id":278,"date":"2004-09-19T15:42:00","date_gmt":"2004-09-19T13:42:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/2004\/9\/whuzzah_1.html"},"modified":"2004-09-19T15:42:00","modified_gmt":"2004-09-19T13:42:00","slug":"whuzzah_1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/2004\/09\/19\/whuzzah_1\/","title":{"rendered":"whuzzah?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>No excuses this time.  OK, I&#8217;m lying.  It&#8217;s time for excuses again.  It has been nuts around here, honest, ask anyone &#8211; and what with the large stroke of bad luck followed by the potentially larger stroke of good luck, I&#8217;ve been pulled in all directions for the past several weeks.  I won&#8217;t bother with the bad stuff, and I&#8217;m all paranoid about jinxing the good, but I will say this: I&#8217;m traveling to a second interview with a supercool company, for a superextramega cool job, on Wednesday.  I&#8217;ll leave it at that for now.  If things go well, you&#8217;ll all be hearing about it, worry not.  <\/p>\n<p>In other news, the Renegade Craft Fair has been right around the corner in good old Wicker Park all weekend.  The lineup is pretty sweet, and I was unable to resist buying:<\/p>\n<ol>\n<li>a t-shirt from the lovely Dana of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.damneddollies.com\" title=\"damned dollies\" target=\"_blank\">Damned Dollies<\/a> fame (you may remember <a href=\"http:\/\/www.damneddollies.com\/Images\/dolls\/florence.jpg\" title=\"she's so pretty!\" target=\"_blank\">Maude<\/a>, the patron saint of the Den of Iniquity &#8211; she made her too)<\/li>\n<li>a journal with the cover (and a few interior pages) from an abysmal young adult novel entitled &#8220;What&#8217;s So Funny About the Ninth Grade?&#8221;, courtesy of the fine folk at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.exlibrisanonymous.com\" title=\"ex libris anonymous\" target=\"_blank\">Ex Libris Anonymous<\/a> (I was really tempted by a couple of churchy books, one of which featured a two-page-wide frontspiece with a lovely rendering of the Barry-Gibb-variety Jebus, gazing out across a vast body of water, presumably contemplating taking a walk on it &#8211; but ultimately I figured I would wind up feeling kinda dirty carrying that sort of thing around with me all the time.  At least with the 9th grade book, I&#8217;ll get some good looks at the coffe shop &#8211; although now that I think about it, the reaction will very likely be the same as it would have been with a Jebus book &#8211; back away slowly from the crazy lady.  I can&#8217;t remember the name of the other one I was looking at, but the reason I almost bought it was for the opening paragraph of the original text, which read: &#8220;Not all of God&#8217;s people are happy.  But they should be.&#8221;)<\/li>\n<li>a fused glass necklace from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.kiku-co.com\" title=\"kiku\" target=\"_blank\">Kiku<\/a><\/li>\n<li>a hilariously awful orange heart-shaped pendant on a blue suede thong (my colors!  how could i resist?) that reads, &#8220;i slept with him anyway&#8221;, from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.biggerkrissy.com\" title=\"be bigger\" target=\"_blank\">Bigger Krissy<\/a>.  Brenda and I found this irresistibly appropriate.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<p>So now, after wandering the neighborhood, foraging for sushi and crafty items, I&#8217;m thinking it&#8217;s disco nap time.  I&#8217;ve got people coming over for dinner.  Hungry people.  With booze.  I&#8217;d better go find something for them to eat.<\/p>\n<p>Oh yeah, and there was a shoe in the middle of the southeast-bound lane of Milwaukee, right by the 7-11, when I was walking home.  See?  It&#8217;s in the new header.  I also saw the same wheelchair dude I told you about a couple of weeks ago &#8211; the one in the pink suit with the matching fedora and alligator shoes?  Yeah, you remember.  He wasn&#8217;t wearing the suit, and he was on the sidewalk this time instead of in the middle of Wolcott Avenue, but I&#8217;m pretty sure it was the same guy, because he was doing a wheelie.  All the way down Damen.  I&#8217;m impressed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>No excuses this time. OK, I&#8217;m lying. It&#8217;s time for excuses again. It has been nuts around here, honest, ask&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-278","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorised"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/278","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=278"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/278\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=278"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=278"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/custom-deluxe.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=278"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}