Good stuff

Give this fat little tabby a home, will ya?

Sometime last month my wife Charmaine started doing what a lot of people in the Facebook Generation seem to be doing: selling stuff online.

First it was accessories. She’d get them from a source, then post pictures of them on her Shoppe Noir Facebook account, and boom! People — from relatives to friends to complete strangers — would contact her for inquiries and, mostly, purchase. It turned out to be good business. Both of us were surprised on how fast many of the items were sold.

So she decided to expand, so to speak. Now she’s also selling stuffed toys. A whole box-full of them: Snoopys and Hello Kittys; Garfields and Doraemons; popular Disney characters, assorted animals and characters from Japanese cartoons. They come in all shapes and sizes; some new, some secondhand, but all in excellent condition. Check them out here.

Already, the inquiries are pouring in like mad rain that Charmaine is having a hard time juggling her small business and work. The goal, she says, is to make it her bread and butter and totally quit work so she can be a full-time mom to our little Raven.

This blog is another way of telling her that I fully support her plan. And also to spread the word.



Blood of my blood: At the Children of Bodom gig in Nov. 2011.

The date 4/20 is a special one for pot aficionados. It’s a counterculture holiday where people hook up to celebrate, toke up, and perhaps discuss the legalization of cannabis with the passion and dedication of rebels plotting a revolution.

It also happens to be Charmaine’s birthday. (Also Hitler’s, but who gives a fuck?)

Which means a pothead and I have something in common today—we are paying homage to the rock n’ roll of our lives, the thing that keeps us high and mighty and sane in this sad mad road trip called life.

Unfortunately, Charmaine and I will spend most of 4/20 this year apart. She has to go to work and I to a couple of appointments. Perhaps later we can meet for dinner. If not, well, there’s TV and junk food and weekend. Cheap and simple, but a celebration nevertheless.

Here’s to a kick-ass 4/20 to all.