A compendium of craft masquerading as art, art masquerading as craft, and craft extending its middle finger.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006


There's nothing like a craft tribute. My sister used to work for a company that opened mail for N*Sync and the Backstreet Boys fan clubs (WHAT!!! Justin Timberlake didn't do it himself???) She used to tell me all about the quilts and homemade stuffed animals that they received. Most of them probably ended up in chairity auctions, but I like to think that a lesser member of N*Sync still keeps warm at night with a nice quilted fleece throw that Edna in Shitsplat, Arkansas made for him.

I have quite a few friends who have done really well for themselves in the music world. They garner some pretty obsessive fans, and every time they come through Atlanta, I ask what kind of crafty tributes the fans have offered up. Usually I'm disappointed--maybe a collage here or a duct-tape wallet there, but nobody has stepped up to the creepy obsessive level of the fan that gave Frank Zappa a perfectly spherical piece of her own poop. Why am I thinking of this stuff? I just ran into a great post by godlike comedian Patton Oswalt about some of his fan tribute. Mostly, they hew to his love of comic geekery, but there were some great T-shirts like the one above. If you know Patton's routine, milk is most likely coming out of your nose right now (whether you're drinking milk or not).



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