A Clone Off the Old Same Block

Recently,  the two of us, among other people, called Seja, Kalila, Robin, Teo, Eric, etc. went to a place called Rio Frio. River Cold. Also, avant de ça, nous avons fait some clothings for example a shirt and a skirt. For saying again what I just said, except more better: Before we went to Rio Frio, me and her (her is Gus) lugged a long plastic folding table into my (Rat's) room after finally spending Rat's Hancock Fabrics gift cards on a bunch of different printed cotton fabrics at Hancock Fabrics which (little fact for you and me to treasure and adore!) is a place we dislike visiting at.

Furthermore, we lugged the table into the room for the following reason. The aforementioned following reason is coming up in the near future of your reading experience. Here it is, in the very next sentence after you finish reading this one! This: We were going to make some clothings, specifically a shirt for Pointy Kitty (Gus) and a skirt for Lil' Ging (Rat), and we were going to use the table for assisting in the making of them. So we did just that (made them)! We also took some avant-garde photographs of that learning experience. 

We made our very own patterns and strayed from them all by ourselves. 

Lil' Ging's skirt has silly lil' cantaloupes on it, and Pointy Kitty's shirt had silly lil' sideways robots on it. 

Guess what? A good book(s) is The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo and the books that come after it. 

Anyway, here are them photoos of the making of Pointy Kitty and Lil' Ging's clothing!

Lil' Ging's Room!

EXCERCISE!

Rock n Roll!

Pleats!

Oh Well!

Work mork murk. I'm a brave soldier! Boon doon doon

PARANORMAL ACTIVITY!

So, There. You go. 

Another extremely important thing: There is an improv game called the One Word Game where there is a group of people and they go in a circle each contributing one word to a sentence or series of sentences. This is what happened when we played it:

         Lenny had a baby. Wow, that is a big baby! When I find out who birthed that baby I will kill their first friend!

         He was acting jerkish for circus, said Duck and Oliver.

         Oliver Oliver Oliver!

         You just got turned off by a big switch, or as Lenny said, it was me!

When we hit the road with baseball bats and car tires, we waited while the car drove itself by being driven by Gus's dad, to get to our destination. Once we were at it, we did stuff. For example, swimming stuff. With our friend, Teo, AKA Tomeo, AKA Towel, AKA Swime. Tomeo also did a nice thing/thing/thing. It was this: He Took The Photos For Our Photo Shoot Which Will Be Viewed Soon By You. If You Look Ahead. He is a mere eleven year old boy. What other of them do you know that would do that for two fourteen year old girls? What a dear!


DeeedeeedeeeeBANG!


But before you do that (looking ahead, please note that Feist's new record, Metals, is the bee's knees and you should buy it now if your heart feels the burning passion of desire which it may or may not have for Feist's musique. But furthermore, we are going to see her at Stubb's at a later time in our existence.

And Furthermore of that furthermore, her video for the song How COme YOU NEVER GO THERE is down there below this general area and it is creepily fairy princess. Among other things, like creeping through a forest with bare feet and long hair when the film is black and white and good music.

But even furthermore of that furthermore's furthermore, here is the stuff (pictures).

 Cup a butterfly. It'll help!

This is Teo. He hates this picture a lot, but we don't have any others, so c'est la vie!

And that's all! By by. e. e.

The reasons we won't be shopping at Urban Outfitters anymore

It's quite unfortunate to me that many of my favorite clothing stores have been apparently giving money to anti-gay campaigners. I'm questioning the political standpoint of these companies, but one stands out in particular for not playing their cards right: Urban Outfitters, whose chairman, "regularly supports anti-gay legislation and GOP candidates who vote against gay rights," according to www.queerty.com's list of 10 anti-gay companies to boycott. Due to this, a boycott has apparently been going on for four years, and Urban lost 50% of their stock. Urban Outfitters was also recently sued by the Navajo tribe on copyright grounds for using the name of the tribe as a label for all of their "Native American" and "tribal" prints.

This is disappointing to me, because Urban Outfitters is a store whose main demographic seems to be young liberals, who tend to be forward-thinking and NOT HOMOPHOBIC. That's a big shame because having your chairman endorse anti-gay efforts is quite the opposite of appealing to that little aforementioned main demographic which it would be wise to appeal to if you want to make money, seeing as you are a business.

The fact that they would even feel the need to become so publicly political, regardless of whether the standpoint is favored by the main clientele, is beyond me. Usually, if anything political, retail stores donate to an inoffensive, philanthropic cause, not one that preserves the so-called sanctity of a type of marriage that obviously will always have nothing to do with being gay itself (as in, people can stop worrying that it'll be too gay to let gay people marry each other because, at least in my opinion, it honestly has no effect on the sanctity of their own marriages). But I've already realized that Urban Outfitters hasn't really thought things through lately.

A few months ago, I read a link about Urban Outfitters actually knocking off an etsy designer of the line Tru.che, Stevie K's signature creation. She described this line of necklaces which they copied almost exactly as "one of the reasons that I was able to quit my full-time job." They've since taken the state-shaped exact replicas of Stevie's necklaces off the racks, but no one can deny that that was a bad move in the first place.

Faking designs is dumb when a small company copies a bigger one, but it's especially NOT COOL when a large company completely knocks off a self-employed, small-scale artist. Not only are fakes illegal, they show a lack of originality and don't do anything good for anyone in the long run.I may not know enough about this, but I'm pretty sure it would have been more helpful for both Urban Outfitters and Tru.che if they had just offered to sell her designs in their retail environment. At that point, it would have probably been an honor to be sold there.

But not only did they steal this design and the item name, they've also stolen from plenty of other artists, as you can see here. These are the reasons we are boycotting Urban Outfitters, and invite you to peacefully not shop there either, if you agree with what I've said.

By Ratmona, Edited by Ge=ugge=tte

A Note From The Editor:
Yeah! So there Urbanian Outfitters! We don't like you anymore. So ha! Ha! HA hah hah! And also, their last catalog was atrocious, in case you read that idiocy. Really! A t-shirt with the sleeves cut off for $50! They looked ridiculous and not at all put together! I have no respect for them! None at all! Hurumph! 

JESSAY: A Dear Old Trip To West

For Thanking and Giving, we travelled away. The Away was Marathon, Texas,  and Big Bend. 

We encountered Disney Channel on our television.

We encountered some thing called Jessie. That show.

Never watch it please. It is yuck.

We stayed in little adobe cowboy homes. We sat on coolers which we promptly fell off of and now I have scabs on my knees. We ate stuffing. And stuff. And Gus stabbed a carrot with a steak knife and proceeded to rub it in everyone's mashed potatoes and turkey and sparkling cider and anchovies and we all bit her. Gus was loved muchly for all of her efforts to have sharing 'round the table! While wearing fancy dresses. Actually, young Teo, Ole Gavriel ,and the brother of me (Rat), Felix, did not wear dresses, much to our disability. And death.

I salted my brother's sparkling cider. Bother. I salted the mountains also as well. 

Then we went climbing on stuff. Then we were on top of a mountain ha. We sat on the two types of rocks: saddle and pudding. Ah yessy!

Here are our late-ish fall-like photographs, in the blessed landscape of Marathon, Texas.

We went prancing in Alpine, where we had delightful goat's milk and caramel wafer like objects, from a raspa company called Murphy St. Raspa Co. which is a delightful Murphy St. Raspa Co. It is probably a nicer Murphy St. Raspa Co. than that other Murphy St. Raspa Co.

We also bought and read aloud a strange children's novel called Mariah Loves Rock! It was detestable to be around it. The book. Boog. 

That is correct, good bye! Have Bar Ge.