I’m a Bad Idea Guy

My gut told me this was some sort of weird, fill-in-the-blanks corporate freebie (the different font size on “I’m a Syracuse China” was a dead giveaway), and sure enough:

…Apparently the idea wasn’t that great though, because the company shut down in 2009. (I’m guessing we can blame millennials for that. Who will your next victim be, milenials.)

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The Gift of Third-Degree Burns

It’s a very cute idea with one teensy, tiny design flaw…one that Grandma is bound to find the first time she tries to jam that thing into a standard-issue cup holder.

(Actually, now that I look at it more closely…is that a spout? Did they print this design on a coffee creamer?? I have so many questions…)

Edit: Alex Jedraszczak points out on Twitter:

 My dad had a mug just like that (minus the part about grandma). It had grippy rubber on the bottom and was meant to sit on the dashboard. I think maybe cars up until the ’80s or ’90s didn’t have cupholders as standard equipment.

the more you know

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The Beast Coast

New York is different from California. This may come as a surprise to those of you who have only lived on one coast or the other, or (God forbid) any readers who got stuck living in-between (I’ve driven through your states twice now; I’m so sorry). They’re both big states, with lots of…trees…and they’ve both made me realize that I should look out the window more and see what they’ve got besides trees. But certain things feel like they’re a step away in a random direction; even the yard sales.

This past Saturday in New York, I overheard a guy talking about how he (his company?) recently had to pay a $200 million fine, in the same regretful tone that one might remark that they left their phone charger on the bus. “Aw gee,” I could imagine him shrugging, then giving the propeller on his beanie cap a twirl. “What a boo-boo I just did.” (And we don’t even live in the rich part of New York. We live in the cow part.) In Humboldt County—our home in California before moving back east—the only time you’d hear the word “million” was if someone was breaking the record for number of buds grown in a single field.

Another example. In California, I found some pretty adorable quilting-themed goods at an estate sale…

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You Tried


Someone was trying really hard to make something cool in pottery class. …To be fair, it’s not like I could’ve done any better. I wasted entire days in art class “trying to come up with an idea” so I wouldn’t have to actually art anything. I think I only passed because my teacher knew my mom.

FWIW, there’s a teapot that goes with them:


The best part is, you can have the entire set for only  forty goddamn American dollars. (They were originally priced at $10 each, until someone saw they were a set and decided to make it worse.)

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