I’ve also decided that every post about T-shirts is going to be led by Chunk, because Goonies never say die.
Brothermouth and I have a new design. Sorta topical. We like it.
Sam (the eagle) is holding a pen and a sword, because we need both of them right now. The Latin slogan is effrenatus fi (we’ve updated the text, I’m aware the photo probably shows something else and I will swap it later), our favorite translation of “become ungovernable.” (“Become ungovernable” is also in English on the back of the shirt below the collar logo for people who think Latin is gay.)
(UPDATE: It is also available in royal and navy blue, by popular request!)
It’s also stylish as a mug. It makes you look vaguely important and intimidating at a distance, I think, which is enough to deter attacks by hyenas.
Fun tangent: doesn’t anyone find the whole print-on-demand thing of showing the same shirt on the same models just a LITTLE weird? I kind of want to make the generic male model in the product images wear a design that says “my beard looks fucking stupid” or the dyed-haired girl wear one that says “white power.”
There are a lot of other awesome designs available now that we’ve got the storefront working, like the Gadsen Flag “Don’t Shed On Me” for those of you surrounded by irresponsible vaccine addicts or the “Get Woke Go Broke” mock Coke logo.
Anyway, since everything is REALLY WORKING this time, I’m going to give away one free T-shirt or mug to a paid subscriber at the end of the month (I will randomly draw from the paid list and email the winner), and everyone is free in perpetuity to use the discount code “BUTTHOLE” for a cool 10% off, which is 1% in 2022 dollars, but $1H in Brandon Bucks.
A real post is forthcoming this weekend- I promise. This week really got away from me, and we’re going to the circus today to drown our sorrows in the childish whimsy of elephants and irresponsible men and women jumping over things on dirt bikes and vaulting poles and shit. This is the last weekend Fathermouth will be staying with us, so we’re trying to cram in the wholesome shit while he has lots of energy and has regained much of his mobility.
I’ll leave you with this image of Zula, the badass bandit warrior that swears allegiance to Conan’s bloody romp in Conan The Destroyer, played by the inimitable Grace Jones, who was one of my great icons of ungovernability in my youth.
The Conan movies were a staple of our childhood and were what Brothermouth used to trick me into liking pulp fantasy.
Anyway. Access your inner Zula, or Conan, and do something whimsical and ungovernable this weekend. I’ll have something more to read this evening or tomorrow.
And buy some shirts.
How refreshing to see Grace Jones again.
One of the greatest movies ever made is Conan the Barbarian. It's got everything except space ships. Just looking at the poster makes you stand up straighter, I swear.
And the short stories and novels and the magazine/comic books! Both the regular one and Savage Sword! Lin Carter, Roy Thomas and Sprague de Camp's great scripts and Ernie Chan's, John Buscema's and so many other great wrtiers and artists, pure distilled awesomeness!
Howard's stories about King Kull, Bran Mak Morn and Solomon Kane are great yarns as well, truly they are.
Still can't read "Beyond the Black River" without misting up, when Slasher makes his last stand.
"He was a man," said Conan. "I drink to his shade, and to the shade of the dog, who knew no fear." He quaffed part of the wine, then emptied the rest upon the floor, with a curious heathen gesture, and smashed the goblet. "The heads of ten Picts shall pay for his, and seven heads for the dog, who was a better warrior than many a man."