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Dave,

Pertaining to your thoughts last week about the feasibility of the new product, viz. Life (keep up the good work!), I have drummed up a list of fundamentals.

* must be enduring (I want to say everlasting)
* no useless organs that can often get infected and rupture in a life threatening peritonitis unless it’s removed quickly
* in fact try to avoid squishy bits of all kinds!
* walk them everyday and don’t let them get the oceans dirty

If I think of anything else, I’ll let you know. Show me some prototypes before the end of the day. Let’s fasttrack this one, amigo.

COU

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Internal Memo from the Creator of the Universe to Head of Innovation Department

Stardate: 5

“If I were a superhero, I might never realize it” (I’ll work on the illegibility)

“If I were a superhero, I might never realize it” (I’ll work on the illegibility)














Memory Lane, Memory City

A city. Imagine a city made of roads all more or less straight and more or less perpendicular, and many buildings, from the air, all square and light-blue and flat [Ravensburger Ravensburger Ravensburger], down there.

Memory City

The finger hesitates, wanders a little. Then the stretched index chooses, plummets like a bird of prey, turns the card. A white rabbit, sitting in a yellow cart with a red handle, on a green background. The rabbit has chubby cheeks, black eyes. At the edges of the city are sitting my Mum, my Dad, and I. My Mum used to always lose, minding the pans more than the game. My Dad sometimes lost on purpose, to make me happy. My favourite card was the one with the yellow teddy-bear, on a red background.

(c) Dick Bruna

I loved that one especially because for some reason that teddy on the card was my own teddy, Robinson, the one I used to sleep with. I was chubby at the time and my front teeth whistled, on a blue background.
Now they don’t.
Now I don’t play memory anymore.
Now the child me is a white rabbit, sitting in a yellow cart with a red handle, on a green background. The rabbit has chubby cheeks, black eyes, an X-shaped mouth as if silenced by the plaster of the present.

(c) Dick Bruna
I wondered if anyone imagined whether it was actually many hands which made light work.

I wondered if anyone imagined whether it was actually many hands which made light work.

"Swearing in Court"

I owe some thanks to Eleonora Schinella for completely overhauling the limerick to fit the pictures better.

My first attempt for TAG and Tumblr. It was made with Powerpoint, my sole weapon of graphic design. I converted it into a .jpeg to show it here, but is there a better way?

My first attempt for TAG and Tumblr. It was made with Powerpoint, my sole weapon of graphic design. I converted it into a .jpeg to show it here, but is there a better way?

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Themed by: Hunson, Manipulated to his own evil ends by: Simon Wang