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. Continue reading