Jesus Kitsch. Why? Because Dalida says so. This post is dedicated to my good blogging buddy Jeanine AKA BeKitschig. Why? Because the 7 inch vinyl records I found at my latest Flea Market visit are all a bit kitschy. And kitsch is cool. And we all need some good music to kitsch out to!
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Office Cat Tales: the back of the sofa and behind the fridge
“O woe, bleak January, bringer of lean times to our editing house. Your wintry rap upon the door of our office does chill our fingers, paws and bones to the bit. The Vintage Toy Advertiser archives… ah, too grim a place to visit upon days such as these… with its hibernating vampires dangling from rafters, and frozen monsters awakening to thaw their claws and teeth in corners where sit our old photocopier and broken down time machines covered in dust. Hark! No post! No post! Our deliveries for new ads and catalogues held up by raging battles above rooftops, between dragons and banshees and mercenary raptor-bots. Grim times for office cats and editors, indeed!”
“What an exciting story,” said Wooof. “Please tell more!”
“Crivens, cat!” I retorted. “This is no tale, this is but a reality! We have no ads nor catalogues to scan… I fear our vintage readers will go hungry this winter. As shall we!”
“Tooting scarpers!” said the cat. “There’s no need to paint such a stark picture. Do you want me to search down the back of the sofa and behind the fridge and such places? There are always a few stray ads to be found.”
“Good thinking,” said I. “I’ll go warm up the scanner.”