Maquette

Maquette

Good news for geeks: I did an image search for maquette just now and discovered that just about all the returns were of sci fi/fantasy models. Hardly any buildings at all. I guess that would make sense, since architects use computer renderings now. (Although you'd think the sci fi/fantasy geeks would, too - I guess that's our irony for the day.)

Looking over all the maquettes that are for sale, I feel like I want to get in on this somehow. Obviously there's oodles of bucks to be made or there wouldn't be a maquette of every character from every sci fi movie ever made. All I have to do is get models made of items/people that are in public domain and put them on a pedestal that reads "Touched in the Grey Matter." All of a sudden a maquette (or perhaps a bobble head?) of Millard Fillmore is a souvenir of this blog and I get a few dollars to keep the phone connected. It's the American way! And laugh if you want to, but...

Other ideas for maquettes would be my mom - it may not look like my mom, but that's not the point - how would you even know? You get to have a maquette that has a base on which is printed "Touched in the Grey Matter: BrieDank's mom!" Won't that make for fun office conversation during down times, Monday mornings, and Friday afternoons? You bet it would!

When you get your maquette of a boniface you can explain to your friends that it's not just any boniface, it's the one that runs the Touched in the Grey Matter nightclub. And when you push the button on the base it'll says one of four things -

"Welcome to the Touched in the Grey Matter nightclub. The only cover charge here is that you must click on the ads! HA HA HA HA!"
or 
"I learned everything I know about bonicafing at air hostess training school!" 
or 
"Buy a bucket of beers and get a free Grossehonkinmuelleimerpuffmais!"  
or
"Our specials tonight are the tacos and the Resep Gimbal Mi."

Cool maquette and you get to relive some of your favorite TitGM memories! Life is good.

Halcyon

Halcyon

Speaking of calm and peaceful, it's Gay Pride this weekend in Minneapolis! Happy Gay Pride all you wonderful gay, lesbian, transgender, bisexual, allied, queer, trisexual, and "Don't you be labelin' me!" personages! I love gay pride. Look for me in the parade walking with the Quatrefoil Library. I'll be the white guy, average build, average weight, light brown hair, wearing shorts and a T-shirt. Can't miss me! Plus, check the library's booth out in Loring Park - the library's having its annual book sale - you'll get some bitchin' good deals on some bitchin' good books! And if yer there Saturday afternoon, say HI! to my friend "J." - she'll be the one with the purple hair.

Unfortunately, you know what holiday now bums me out? Arbor Day. Remember when it was about going out and planting a tree? So commercial now! Ironic how all those trees we planted are now being used to celebrate the day of planting trees by taking the trees we planted and turning them into party favors. Seriously, between Hallmark, Fanny Farmer, and Ray-Ban, another good holiday gone to the dogs (as it were).

I'm just glad that Millard Fillmore Day is still understated albeit appreciated throughout this great democracy of ours. But you just wait and see - those corporado Yuppies who want another three-day weekend will spoil it by putting MFD on the closest Monday to the Great Man's birthday. Mark my word - that happens and instead of celebrating the Man and the Legend, it will be just another excuse to eat excessive pea soup and drink excessive grape Fanta.

Thus I am starting a letter/email writing campaign called "Millard Fillmore Day: Remember the Reason for the Season!" Many of you are reading this at work. That's good because you have time right now to write to your senators and congressers and tell them to keep the Great Man's Day great. And remember, on the heading on your letter or email, be sure to put "Millard Fillmore Day: Remember the Reason for the Season!" We must show that we are a proactive, unified group who are not to be trifled with.


Fight the good fight.