Better Book Titles

Okay, I have spent entirely too much time on Better Book Titles. The formula is simple: re-title a book with something a little more descriptive or appropriate, and photoshop the new title onto the cover of the book.

The best ones are when they take a title from one book or movie and put it on the book it should have titled in the first place. I have literally spent hours looking at these, but for some reason Sara does not enjoy them. I don’t know how many I called her over to see. “Check out this one!” I would say, pointing and chuckling, only to have her shrug uninterestedly and say, “I don’t know, it’s just not for me I guess.”

Don’t be like her, go enjoy these. Here are some of my favorites:

What kind of hat can I wear?

One day, as we were descending into the subway in New York City, we saw an older gentleman coming up the stairs. With our view from above, we could see an absolutely horrifying splotch of skin cancer right in the middle of his big bald head. It was quite memorable, and somewhat terrifying. Since that time, Sara has insisted that I keep my own big bald head covered whenever I go anywhere near the sun.

It certainly beats rubbing sunscreen into your hair. However, sometimes I feel kind of dumb wearing a ball cap.

When I was in college, I wore a ball cap practically every day. Maybe that’s why I feel like maybe I’m a little old to be wearing a ball cap. Or sometimes I feel like I’m dressed up a little fancy to be wearing a ball cap (and by fancy, I mean a button down shirt or something, I’m not exactly walking around in a tuxedo here). I don’t know, maybe it’s true, maybe it’s not, but in any case what are my other options? I’ve tried on a few other kinds of hats here and there, but none of them seem quite right. Is there an accepted “adult” style of hat? What kind of hat fits my personality?

I could go with the hiking hat, but that’s pretty much as casual as a ball cap, and I don’t want to imply I’m an outdoorsman.

What about a bahama hat? Still pretty informal, but more suitable for relaxing in a cafe in Havana, which is more my speed.

Or perhaps a panama hat? A little more formal, and it sort of looks like the kind of hat I could grow into, like a gangster, or Wilford Brimley.

I don’t know. They’re all a little casual without being too casual, which I like, but maybe we need to expand our search a little bit. Consider some alternatives.

I don’t think I could do a cowboy hat. I’m not exactly country, and I’m not sure it would really fit in in my neighborhood.

On the other hand, maybe a newsboy hat. Oliver looks pretty damn good in his, why not me?

Not too bad, but maybe we need to think outside the box a little bit…

Barbershop hat?

Okay, but if I’m going to go barbershop, why not do it right and go porkpie?

I think the best looking one has to be the fedora. Great color, feather in the brim, jaunty angle? Check, check and check.

As long as we’re going old school, maybe I should go bowler hat. A little old fashioned perhaps, but also a little cool, steampunk style.

Now we’re talking! Or maybe something like:

Hey, if it’s good enough for Indiana Jones, it’s good enough for me!

Or, of course, there’s always the ever popular…

So, gentle reader, what say you?

Dinoprints!

Get your very own picture of you RIDING ON A DINOSAUR from dinoprints.com!

Find. Of. The Century.

Basically you just take a picture of yourself (or your child I guess) sitting on something, such as a stool or the arm of the couch, in the proper pose. Submit that, (pay of course,) and there you have it. All of your wildest dreams come true, suitable for framing.

Because, as we all know, I would totally ride a dinosaur, if I saw one.

And really, why stop at people? Because, you know, your dog would totally appreciate this picture.

I think it would look great on the wall of his doghouse. Ah, who are we kidding, if you’re the kind of person who commissions a $50 fake picture of your dog barking at a dinosaur, your dog probably doesn’t live in a doghouse.

Patient Zero

Braaaaaains. Beeeeeeets. Beeeeeeeeeeets.

Wanted for Skullduggery

One morning I woke up and my victory mustache was gone. Its work was done, and it rode off into the sunset, like the Lone Ranger.

My brother’s ‘stache, on the other hand, decided to hang around. It has since morphed into something a little different:

So, if you see Snidely Whiplash skulking around tying women to train tracks, it’s probably just my brother. Please return him to me. In the meantime, don’t try to transport any money by train, and beware old-timey piano music. That is all.