Every year, I come up with some sort of goofball Christmas list to email my mom. She gets a kick out of it. Here is the 2011 edition: 
Christmas List, featuring Cannibalnana
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Monthly Archives: November 2011
Deli Dangers
Foogos is fun. If it wasn’t, I obviously wouldn’t do it. It’s not like people are throwing buckets of money at me to do this. (To inquire about how to throw buckets of money at me, email foogosart@gmail.com.)
But Foogos can also be a menace. Case in point, at the Mountain Lakes Market on Saturday. There I am in the basement (my out-of-the-way work space), eating lunch (the New York Jets logo I completed from tuna and lettuce), when out of the blue, and arrow zips through the stairs and wedged itself in my table, a few inches from grubby hands. Continue reading
Do it for the Tuna!
I’m whittling down my list of things to do as it pertains to Foogos, and I’m glad to be rid of the New York Jets for now. I have no ill will toward the other fake New York team. As if it’s bad enough to wish your home address was New York but is actually in New Jersey, the Jets don’t even have their own stadium. Giants Stadium. Oh, what? It’s MetLife Stadium now? Nahhh. It’s still Giants Stadium. Continue reading
The Mess on the Desk
It’s been months since I dipped into the YouTube pool. Here’s a little behind the scenes shenanigans as it relates to the New York Islanders Foogos created last week.
Sorry, Sal! Even though I know the guy who made the art on your desk and spilled a lot of rice underneath (I bet you never even noticed!), it wasn’t me who put all that Chinese food there in the first place.
When Sawx Hated Fish
Today’s installment is the first to be featured over at sportslogos.net, and while I’m excited about that, I wasted all my good mediocre jokes over there. (What? You thought I’d just copy and paste the same drivel on two websites? No no.) So visit sportslogos.net and check it out and bellow hearty laughter over yonder.
Meanwhile, back the ranch (here), I’ve got a few more thoughts on the Florida Miami Marlins. Since 90% of my baseball interests lie in rooting for the downfall of evil empires like the Yankees and Red Sox (the other 10% is reserved for Rock-Paper-Scissor wars to see who will be the sucker that has to be the designated driver on the trips to Phillies games), I don’t have too much to say about the Florida Miami Marlins.
Refried black beans. Refried pinto beans. Blue tortilla chips. Roasted red pepper spread. Corn salsa. Love.
Oh, except that for all of college, most of Bostonian friends (or, “Massholes,” as is the common vernacular) absolutely despised the fish from the Sunshine State. Thankfully, I graduated Providence College the spring preceding their epic 2004 World Series victory. After seeing the Patriots win the Super Bowl 13 times in those four years, I had seen enough couch-fires-in-the-street to last a lifetime.
This is the nonsense that occurs when I visit my parents. Hanging off the lights to snap photos of beany art.
So while I was in school, the Sawx were good, but the Yankees were better. And 82 seasons without a title became 83, then 84, 85, and in disastrous fashion, 86.
Aaron F—ing Boone, as they say in New England.
TANGENT: I hate the Red Sox because every one of their fans was so obnoxious that it made it impossible to root for them. And “Cowboy Up” is the dumbest slogan I ever heard.
TANGENT 2: I first hated the Yankees after Game 3 of the 2004 ALCS when EVERYONE in New York area – quite possibly the most entitled group of fans in the history of sports – was planning the parade. As much as I hated Boston, the premature champagne corking by Yankee fans was absurd, and I’m glad they endured a bit of humility.
So with 86 years of futility under their belt, imagine how Boston fans felt to see a 1993 expansion team win the whole shebang as a 1997 WILD CARD, dismantle the team, then again – AS A WILD CARD! – six years later. And of course, between those Worls Series triumphs, the Massholes had the bittersweet 2001 Series, in which the four-year-old Arizona Diamondbacks outlasted the Bronx Bombers in seven. (Despite seeing another MLB newbie acquire immediate success, Sox fans probably viewed 2001 as more sweet than bitter, because they hated the Yankees more than they loved their own team. I think a few titles in the 2000s has lessened that mindset a bit.)
And that is my only “memory” of since-renamed Florida Marlins.
TANGENT: I love that they are now “Miami,” because it brings us one step closer to the prediction of the 2015 Chicago Cubs sweeping Miami. All we need is some league realignment.
Week Links: FREE BANANA MAN!
Free Banana Man! Now!
Our friends at Eat Raw Meat (God I LOVE THAT NAME) found Little Lazies, cool clay characters that are cool and made of clay. And for sale.
The final push for Foogos Food Drive is this week! All online donors who contribute $20 or more will receive a Foogos print of their choice. To date, we’re at 40% of the fundraising goal, and within striking distance of the 400lbs I hoped to raise for the Community Food Bank of New Jersey. Help your fellow Americans! It could be you one day. Continue reading
Jim Ross Sketch
No secret I friggin’ love pro wrestling. So much so that I want to be a sports entertainer myself. Unfortunately, my insurance provider and the unrelenting pain I’ve had in my neck since June have put that dream on hold. I don’t know, maybe it’s a sign from a higher power, brother. Kind of a way to keep me focused on Foogos.
Well, whatever. Whether I ever do a hurricanrana off the top rope or not, I’m still going to love wrestling, and I’m going to use it as fuel for my artistic endeavors. Adding to the list of paint portraits I’ve already created, I’ve got the first pro wrestling Foogos, a portrait of good ole JR, the voice of the WWE, Jim Ross. Here is phase one, the sketch
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Foogos Joins Sportslogos.net!
The headline sums it up, but here is the most unprofessional press release you will ever read.
Chris Creamer, the brains behind the brawn of sportslogos.net, reached out to me to create a weekly Foogos feature on his esteemed website. I’m excited for this partnership, for the continued growth of Foogos, and the potential to reach a broader audience. And I hope to provide Sportslogos some kickasseroo artwork. Win-win for everyone. Continue reading
New York Islanders Sign Foogos to Bajillion Dollar Contract!
Okay, so that’s not true. But if it was, would you really be surprised? At the least, I do think this new Foogos should be starting on defense for the Isles, or at least used for their third jersey.
Personally, this is my new favorite Foogos to date. I got the idea for a rice concoction months ago, way back in the spring, but was waiting for the right moment to do it, aka when we ordered a lot of Chinese food at work and were stuck with a few buckets of leftover rice.
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Penn State Decaf
The Penn State scandal/drama is purely coincidental as it relates to today’s Foogos. The notion of creating collegiate Foogos crossed my mind from time to time, and about two weeks ago, my friend and former New York City roommate Chris suggested I start with his alma mater, the Nittany Lions.
I’ve never had an overabundance of team spirit, so skipping my own school to debut another U isn’t a big deal to me. I can’t say I have any love for Penn State, but that’s only because I happen to think Sidebar sucks. (New York City-residing Penn State alumni will know what I’m talking about. They will all disagree, but deep down, they will know.) Continue reading
