anime, goodness

I made this

who in their right mind would say no?

a whole new woooooooooooorld!

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Technicolor childhood crap

K-pop at its late-90’s finest

I grew up in Koreatown in Los Angeles.  All my elementary school crushes were on Korean boys, my middle school friends got me into a Korean boy band called H.O.T. (which stands for High-five Of Teenagers… yikes), my friends in high school taught me how to read (and haltingly write) Korean.  I can tell a Korean person with my eyes closed (it’s that familiar smell).  With so much Asian influence, I was pressured into the drama that surrounds comparing who had the biggest collection of glitter-ink pens, offered in a seemingly endless number of colors, stickers of Badtz-Maru and Kero Kero Keroppi, and the ultimate staple of a grade school girl’s desk accessories: the pencil case.  How many hidden pop-out compartments does yours have?  Oh, just two?  How sad for you.

trust me, the feeling’s mutual

I wasn’t Korean, however, and that bothered me because it meant that I was an outsider.  Somehow I got over it, but not before I discovered Lisa Frank.  Lisa Frank was the non-Asian kids’ version of Sanrio.  You could get Lisa Frank back packs, trapper keepers, pencils, pencil cases, erasers, coin purses… the list goes on.  You name it, Lisa Frank probably shit a rainbow all over it.  Finally I could keep up with my Korean friends; I had access to the ugly shit that resulted when rainbows vomited up cheerful animals, and got slapped on a binder.  Finally.

I definitely had something with these very bunnies on them. I remember staring that them, trying to decide which one I wanted to be. Bunny with the blue outfit won, of course. Who the fuck would want to dress like those other freaks?

I wonder why my parents let me buy this crap.  I remember visiting Thrifty (now known as CVS) to get school supplies, and picking up a folder with golden retriever puppies on it.  By the end of the year, I had added scars, fangs dripping blood, black eyes, Frankenstein-inspired neck bolts, and all other kinds of horrors to these adorable puppies.  And yet somehow, even after defacing the most lovable of animals, I felt compelled to pick up something like this, and say, “Mom, I want this one.”  More startlingly, my mom looked at said cheerful monstrosities and said, “Yes.”  Then mommy’s eyes started bleeding (I would imagine).

I’m trying to picture Lisa Frank’s art teachers’ response to her work.
“Wow, Lisa, that’s… interesting.  What is this?”
“It’s a unicorn.  It was force-fed skittles, and now it has rainbow-colored hair.  And diabetes.”

Later, in Pretentious Fucking Art Academy (PFAA):
“Lisa, don’t you want to try expressing yourself with other color palettes?  How about a still life?”
“…No.”
“…You’re expelled.”

I’m trying to picture a young woman with a strong vision facing discouragement and harsh criticism at every turn, and triumphantly fighting through it all to finally achieve success, only to discover that the only demographic with eyes sharp enough to catch all the horrifying detail of her creations, but brains dull enough to withstand the onslaught of tastelessness and technicolor animal abuse: grade schoolers, the portion of our population whose acceptable social activities include eating their own boogers, and throwing tantrums until they pass out.

Bravo, Lisa Frank.  Bravo.

I think this is an illustration of where art goes to die

In case you just can’t get enough Lisa Frank, you can visit this blog post about her by a similarly impressed female blogger, which I found while scouring the interwebz for the free laser surgery service more commonly known as Lisa Frank.

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Then I peed myself

the classic

Sister and I had a book of scary stories growing up, and I’m starting to wonder why we were allowed to read them/look at the illustrations.  Even now, the drawings are… just horrifying.  How was this for children?!  It was so thoroughly creepy that I got the feeling that it was maybe too scary even for some adults, which made me feel brave.

It was Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz, illustrated by Stephen Gammell, and it fucked me up in the head as a kid.  It took guts to open this book.  I found it on sale at a Barnes & Noble a couple years ago, and bought a copy for myself, and one for Sister.  Classic!

omfg RUN

OMG WTF they changed the art in the 30th anniversary edition!  NOT COOL.  The art is what I remember most!  It was so thoroughly tweaked.  SHAME.

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Age and itchy powder

worst prank ever

Remember this stuff?!  Itchy powder was such a huge part of my childhood.  I vividly remember watching my elementary school companions put this stuff down the back of each other’s shirts.  It dropped from the trees around the playground which had exactly zero grass, so this was as close to playing in nature as we got.  I saw some at a Home Depot with Dad yesterday, and had to stop to take a photo.

I’m working with Dad on fixing up a small apartment we rent out in Silverlake.  Some long-time tenants just moved out, so we’re taking this chance to improve on the place.  New tile on the kitchen, dining room and bathroom floors, new counters, new cabinets, new sink, new paint, etc.  It’ll be an undertaking, but I don’t have many opportunities like this left.  Dad turned 60 this year, and the days when he does his own construction and carpentry and general handy-stuff are limited.  That’s a big motivator for me.  It makes me kinda cry just thinking about it.

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OMFG Imaginarium

inside: pure magic

I cannot begin to describe how rapidly and thoroughly I lost my shit whenever I saw the Imaginarium storefront.  My child-brain turned to mush as soon as I walked through the small door (I don’t think I ever entered through the big door).  My parents never bought us anything from this fantastic wonderland of magic and Legos, but they were generous enough to let us wander around and stare at stuff.  And stare we did.  O man.  Did I stare.

Not that I can remember anything I saw in there.  Except for the magnetic train set on wooden tracks that went up and down and made little turns and went through an awesome bridge… UGH I WANTED IT SO BAD!!

I still do.

UPDATE:
Holy shit here it is!  The Imaginarium Classic Train Table with Roundhouse Wooden Train Set!  Just $285!

perfection

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