Husband. Father. Purveyor of poorly applied musical talent. Severely misplaced Californian. Wannabe steampunk. Used-to-be street punk. Perfectionist. Designer. Maker. Fabricator. Welder. Woodworker. Really? Heading face first into my 30's with a wide assortment of food allergies and a new job in the quality department of an automotive parts supplier. Is this really me? Who knew I'd end up here?
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
More bang for your buck.
This is the age of mass-produced, mass-marketed, over-priced, under-quality crap. It's the latest rage in New York, in less than a second they'll know about it in Los Angeles and everywhere in between. Within hours they'll make 8 billion of them in China. Within months they'll all be broken. A year from now no one will care or recall that they ever did.
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