Octopi and Merchandi

What it is?
I've been busy setting up the e-mail accounts for the RHS website. Almost done. You should be able to reach everyone, 'cept for Bryan. He'll be next! It's fun, but hard work building a website from scratch.

Tonight's highlight was a trip to Canter's Deli on Fairfax (they make a mean Pastrami on rye with sweet cole slaw in the sammich, known as the Brooklyn). If you were there, yes that was me in the bright red shirt and maize tie. The tie has tiny octopi on it. Got it in Nantes at a Jules Verne exhibit. Get it, squid-like things/"20,000 Leagues Under the Sea?"

This weekend the order will be placed for the RHS merch. I'm pretty excited about that. Hope you are, too. We are doing several items including baby tees, regular tees, keychains and baseball caps. The Rush Hour Soul logos will be different for the girlie shirts and the regular shirts. Sorry, guys, but the girls made their request a while back! Either way, be prepared to get the "Stare" as people gaze in awe at your bad self in your RHS threads. Speaking of which, we are also thinking about doing an "RHS" shirt. Soon, I'll post the different logos so you can get a sneak peak.

Gotta sleep. Suh-leeeeeeeeeeep.

Comments

Norman K said…

Thanks for the cheer, girls! Of course, your tryout was a success. Glad to know you are rallying with us in bloggerspace.
Love, Power, Peace.

10:34 PM, August 13, 2004

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