Leaping Skeleton Warrior

Happy with how this came out.

Rugged Outdoorsmen

"It's not a gang, it's a loose association of rugged outdoorsmen." Grungy lettering with motorcycle graphic, b/w. Available on t-shirts & gifts, here and here.

Busker Bones

Today we did this nice seated skeleton busker. It's original size is appx 14" high, but various shirt printers machinery limits the size they can print. Skreened prints the largest I've found in POD's yet, with the drawing filling up the front of a shirt. If only they printed on dark shirts... But, you can choose from all of their products, and all colors, without the artist having to set a design on each of them manually. Zazzle looks like it prints larger than cafepress, but I haven't figured out how to determine the size, in inches, a design is set to. It's probably affected by the size of the shirt. I dunno. Cafepress shows the print size in inches; it will print to 10" high on most shirts, 12" on women's plus-size tees.

See it on stuff: Skreened, Zazzle, Cafepress

Wall St. D.C.

Since everybody knows Wall St. is the real government, why not make it official with an official seal that looks as old as it's been so? Think Washington might get jealous and grow a pair?

Available on t-shirts and gifts items here, here, and here.

Universal US Flag Peace Hand Sign Emblem Symbol

An updated version of the 60's-70's flag-peace-hand-sign patch, that I too had sewn onto a pair of bell-bottom blue jeans. Too cool to let slip away. Available at any of the fine ViceVoices & kBilltv online t-shirt jubilees.

I Descended Upon Fremont

Thousands of zombies descend on Fremont

Posted by Geeky Swedes on July 3rd, 2009

As many as 5,000 zombies are expected to descend upon Fremont tonight in an attempt to break a world record. And when they’re done walking, they’ll dance to Michael Jackson’s Thriller and watch the flick, “Shaun of the Dead.” Fremont Universe has the schedule, and later tonight, the gruesome photos.

10:45 p.m. They set a new world record with 3,848 zombies and counting.

(Above from www.myballard.com)

Pics

Commemorative souvenir t-shirts & gift items (sample tee shown above) available here and here.

Bongzac™

Wondering what it would be like if pot were legal. There would be branding. Point-of-purchase ads. Promises. Hype. Written by stoners. The new Bongzac™, relieves symptoms, n' shit!

Spread the word and relieve some symptoms n' shit by wearing the t-shirt, here! Or here! Or here! n' shit!

Happyzac™

Hey! That's what I call it, too!

That's what I did today. And, you could be wearing it in no time, by scoring your own here! Or here! Or, perhaps, here!

Seed Owning

My O'Lady's way into gardening. I'm drawn into gardening by need for a hole-digger, rock mover and raised-bed-planter builder, among other miscellaneous assistances. We're building raised-bed boxes now, in between rains. They're 2 x 10 fir, about 8' x 4' x 30" high, with a 2 x 6 rim for sitting and putting stuff on. 2 x 4 vertical bracing. Copper tape under the rim to combat snails and slugs. She found an obscure article on wood-preservation for planter boxes which recommended mixing charcoal with linseed oil as the folk-lore ultra-secret magic eternal preservative for wood used in dirt. We'll see about that.

FYI: home planter box planners: cedar does not last signifigantly longer than fir for planters. It needs air to circulate around it for its durability components to function. Don't waste your money.

Being into gardening as she is, I hear a lot about MonSatan, the agri-giant bent on owning the commercial rights to all life on Earth. You've heard of them. Or, maybe some of a neighbor who's a client of theirs pollen has blown on the wind into your fields and you've been sued by them. Or, perhaps you read of them in "Dune," they're refered to as the "Harkonans." Their mantra is, "Who controls the spice controls the universe!"

Apparently, they're knee-deep in operation, "Own All Seed ASAP" Google a bit and be riled.

The good anti-authoritarian has no choice but to save every seed that comes their way. The casual gardner has no choice but to save every seed that comes their way. The educated farmer has no choice but to save every seed that comes their way. Homeys up in the hood be savin' every seed that comes their way. Parents out in the burbs pass their bank to their children. Life will not be owned by men playing monopoly with all reality. We the people will not be dismissed. This is not an arena for gaming.

Shirt available in many colors and styles here.

Total Hydra Championates

Go Olympians!

Get the t-shirt.

Nietzche

"For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain precondition is indispensible: intoxication." -Friedrich Nietzche

Intoxication is what ViceVoices is founded on. What, you thought "Vice" was referring to something like "Vice President?" You thought "Voices" didn't refer to the ones in our heads, which sing while we're intoxicated?

The name "ViceVoices" came from our one-time band. Well, more of a regular drunken midnight choir jam session than a real band. The gigs we played were at whoever was hosting the night's session's house. The band moved apart back in the 90's, as we moved on with our separate lives. (ie; some of us got new girlfriends who disapproved of loud, all-night get-togethers, others went on to new levels of intoxication that the rest of us could not keep up with.)

Though I could not keep up with the escalating tastes of others, I haven't gone all righteous person of temperance and virtue. And smug. I enjoy wine and when its there, weed. At the end of the day, when the work is done. Some days I look forward to the day being done more than others. And it takes me to a place that is a haven. A happy place, where the unhappy shit on the horizon sets with the sun. A new horizon appears, where all things are possible again.

But, for others, the days never change. The horizon remains the same, and the shit sails forward, docks and boards. Suicidal tendencies crop up, violent streaks emerge, the need for higher and higher levels of intoxication takes hold, and intoxication becomes for intoxication's sake. Not for creativity, not for keeping on in this river of many currents, but like a demon inhabiting the person, feeding itself, with the person fully signed on as driver. Fully resigned as driver.

But, for many of us, intoxication remains a portal to the great stream of ideas, when it's gotten lost in the days, faded day by day, lost in the cacophony of white noise spewing from mundanity. Not that we always choose the best ideas that stream into our intoxicated receptors, but being in the stream again is well worth the following day's pain and lethargy. And, still in the stream we stay for another few days, beyond the pain, in the gain. No pain, no gain.

Posters, t-shirts and gift items of the above ViceVoices original artwork are, as always, available at the ViceVoices online jubilee of wonderment.