Is A Part Of
It’s been all Bad News for me the last couple of days, with the release of personal issues (spelled s-h-i-t) coming from three directions and throwing in having to take Patrick McGoohan off my list of “cool people I’d like to meet someday” (and less than a week after I blogged/MetaFiltered about him using the title “Be Seeing Him”). Sleepless in San Luis, I got interested in the New Yorker Magazine Annual Eustace Tilley Contest. Now, there’s no way I’m going to enter this prestigious competiton (especially since the talented Adam Koford has it all sewed up again this year), but after playing around with trying to anagram “The New Yorker”, I came up with something close that I could visualize with even my meager ‘Photoslop’ skill set…
I could have placed his head even lower, bu that would’ve involved more bit-level manipulation than I feel like right now.
Now, maybe I can get some sleep. I have crises scheduled for tomorrow.
