Threadless Gets Subliminally Freaked

Our time in Chicago consisted of professional absurdities! Among those who officially got their freak on were The Onion - America's Finest News Source and Threadless - a vast (VAST!) community of designers, artists and t-shirt lovegurus.   During the grilled cheese party for Threadless, a photographer plucked aside a couple members of The Freakerteam, [gently] threw them against a wall and snapped some snappy shots. Released just yesterday, here are the results! Get yo's HERE!!  ...


Don't worry...

...They're trained professionals.  


HilariousHighlights of Mishap & Good Fortune

A few memorable moments from the past couple of days via Chicago!  Threadless decided it would be a good idea to use some of us for t-shirt product shots. We can only hope that they were not expecting them to turn out even mildly sane.  I know you can't read this, but this fine gentleman's nametag reads Alanis Moresette. And for that, we are eternally giggling. Lauren has fallen into another irreparable Tom Waits phase and has been attempting to weave it int...


ChicaGoGos

The past two days have been busy busy like the bees (BEADS?) in Chicago. Thursday, we had a special Freaker lunch for America's Finest News Source - The Onion. It was quite the joy and also the first time an angry passer-by asked if we had all of the correct city permits to throw a free-grilled-cheese-party out of a boxtruck-carousal-house in the middle of a downtown-district. "Nope, but would you care for a sandwich?" seemed like the socially-appropriate response, but evidently he was no...


There's nothing worse than roadside surgery, you know?

When Oliver gets in work mode, the lighting automatically adjusts itself to look like a Jim Jarmusch film. It's real weird, but we don't ask questions. 


Intergalactic PekingTory

Once upon a time in a land pseudo-close by, there were weekly celebrations of Chinese Food (yes. capital F.) from Peking Gourmet in downtown Wilmington.  But times are dark, seeing that we have been geographically separated from our fellow Peking lovers, and the travelling Freaker brigade has abstained from Chinese food for 3 months due to wonton (wanton?!) sadness.  Not anymore, thanks to technology (yes, this has been a strange day of Steve Jobs Life Celebration! Thanks, Steve...


Mockery Solutions

So last night 5 men got together to sing congratulatory songs to Lauren. She did not particularly express thanks nor joy at the man-party, but we all know that secretly she enjoyed it. Instead, she took away all their Freakers and agreed to eat some of their cake.  And then she went to her corner and played with her toys. Alone. In a fit on thinly-veiled not-anger.  Congratulations, Lauren. We're all very happy for you. 


Re-uniFreakcation!

We got Oliver back! And somebody somewhere was looking down on us, because security wasn't even called when we violently tackled him at the airport! Halfway through rolling-around-on-the-Arrival's-concrete, we realized what this onslaught of brutally expressed love must have looked like to the multiple onlookers. We decided to ignore it and throw our newly acquired Oliver in the back of our boxtruck house and drove away. No human trafficking here, strangers!