A few months ago, I got some good press from The Clink Room, a site I frequent and will inadequately describe as being devoted to logos. There’s a lot of cool stuff over there, so check them out.
Anyway, Clinker Casey said at the time:
If someone knows Scott or can reach him, please convey to him that we’ll hook him up with Clink swag if he sends us a rendition of Clink Kong done in pencil shavings, raw hamburger, and grape jelly. And just to be sure, let it be known, we’re dead-ass serious.
Luckily, I know me, and was able to convey that message to myself. And I did it last night in my spiffy Brooklyn apartment bedroom while my roommates baked a three layer cake in the kitchen, unaware that the weird guy who looks like Tarzan was wearing surgical gloves and playing with his meat the adjacent room.
When I do this again – and I assure you, Clink Kong will return, Optimus Prime-style, to Foogos – I need to invert the jelly and raw meat. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that earlier, but I did have the most traumatic experience of my adult life earlier in the day (which will be covered in the new The Spawn Shop podcast this weekend), so that may have contributed to my brain shart.
Oh, and you’re damn right I still ate this nonsense. I scooped all the grape jelly and meat off the butcher paper, unsuccessfully tried to avoid the pencil shavings, and made hamburger patties this morning. I assure you, they tasted much worse than you could ever imagine, and I may die of dysentery tonight. So I can only hope the dead-ass serious guys at The Clink Room email firstname.lastname@example.org to coordinate the delivery of my swag in time for the open casket funeral.
This long overdue Foogos will be on display in the Brands gallery.