Is that a stimulus package, or are you just happy to see me?

Word of the day... (Thank you Dictionary.com)

Stimulus - [stim-yuh-luhs]

1. Something that incites to action or exertion or quickens action, feeling, thought, etc
2. Something that excites an organism or part to functional activity.

Its official! The Obama legislature has out done Pfizer and produced one hell of an expensive little blue pill to get the flagging phallus of our economy erect again. Needless to say, I hope it works, if not, we can always sell a shirt that says, "I got your stimulus package right here...".

OUR POOR UNDERFUNDED MILITARY...

 Watching these bail-out proceedings, CEO floggings at the T.A.R.P. hearings, ranting congressmen, pissed off president, bitching and moaning foreclosure victims, etc...

I can't help but wonder how the military is holding up through all of this. Where's their billions, eh? If anyone needs bailing it's those poor guys and gals wading through the blood, sand and civilian contractors day and night, fighting "the good fight". Where are their private, armored jets to get from one side of the green zone to the other? Oh yeah... half of the fighting is being done from Nevada armchairs behind high def widescreens with joysticks in hand. Hell that sounds like a pretty good job! Maybe the endless hours in front of the game console is finally paying off!

So... Maybe my kid does have a future after all. In honor of those fine, low-flying armchair warriors I am dedicating this new design...  Enjoy.

 

GoBama Go...

Man Steve what a blow dealt by our new Prez eh? No more than 500 large for you pal. Actually a $500,000 cap sounds a little too large considering the work that you do as our illustrious chief exec. In fact, if you get anywhere near that number I will personally put a cap in your ass! Wait...

whose the beneficiary if our company goes "headless"? 

 Oh I forgot... That cap only applies if we're getting a government handout. Now there's an idea!

Let's become a bank, force it into ruin and get in line behind these other crooks with our hat in hand. We could buy a luxury jet for making tee shirt deliveries, throw a big Vegas "thank you"

bash for our six customers and get Sarah Palin to give us all lap dances in trade for a big 2012 campaign contribution!

Recession Schmession...

I don't know if I'm really on board with this idea yet. So far it just feels like a little vacation.

Like the last couple days of a camping trip where there's nothing in the cooler but some milky

water and a graying lump of what may once have been burger.

A lowly peanut butter granola bar passed over by all but the

bravest of scavengers. No folks it's merely a slowdown, a welcome

respite from the madness of 21st century consumption.

And to all you fine able bodied bums in the unemployment line I say:

Get a damn job! America wouldn't have such ridiculously high

unemployment numbers if people would just go to work! Besides,

this line is freaking ghastly and if I can even motivate a few of you

to get the f#$% out my way I'll get my check and hence my beer that much sooner.

I'm not worried. No bank would'a loaned me money anyway even

if I did want to buy this here trailer and I know from a lifetime of experience that it takes at least six months before the sheriff makes good on those threats.

So relax, crack a cold one, go score a bag off my man Phelps

down the street and buy a few tee shirts.

In fact buy a white one so it really shows off those sweat stains.

Look at the little guy go...

Oooh looky, looky kids,

Stevo's all fired up. And speaking of fired,

I guess you don't have to worry now do you pal?

At four feet tall and all the axe man ends up looking right over the

top of your head and nails the poor bastard in the cubicle behind you. 

Let me remind you what Hiphazard looks like without me.

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Zack is such a JERK!

OK, so I was drunken blogging. Who doesn’t occasionally let one fly in a moment of deep despair? Not over the economy, nor the fact that no one seems to want to buy our shirts, but because I have to work with such a JERK!

There are not enough tubes on the interweb to contain the volume of words I have in response to your slanderous posts. Yes, I am on the metaphorical ledge, eating all the peanut butter snacks I can get my hands on. You of all people should know I only do it for attention. I am the numbers guy. I would have to eat roughly…1 million(?) peanut butter cracker sandwiches to remotely increase my chance of coming face to face with Salmon Ella.

But how dare you attack my stature, in case you missed it, Microsoft is laying people off. I could find another screen printer. Don’t worry about being surprised by a reduction in force, if Hiphazard decides to lay anyone off, I will be the first to know… and you will be the second.

You people are so cruel!

Man I don't know if I can take all of this criticism, constructive or otherwise you people are harsh! I guess I understand why Steve's still standing on the edge of that skyscraper with a fork sticking in his eye. I just can't finger out why he hasn't jumped yet. Yo Stevo, I'm back. I got my coffee and you're a go pal. Here's a couple more for you to ponder on your way down... Z

That explains it!

I just found out that Steve was drunk-blogging again.

He swears it was it was only one beer but from the mournful, dejected,

stick-a-fork-in-my-eye tone that he struck in that first post I'm guessing

three. Or maybe one of those 62oz cans that looks like a mini keg.

Regardless, when you're only four and half feet tall and 84 pounds it

just don't take much. Stevo, buddy, a little control.

DON'T JUMP ...YET

Here are a couple of new designs for your critic...

Go easy folks Steve's got one foot on the edge already

and I want to have a fresh cup of coffee for the spectacle.

Damn! They've closed the nearest Starbucks. Hold on Steve.

Don't jump 'til I get back. I really don't want to miss this! Z

Jesus? Come to Pappa is what I'm thinking...

Yep, it's the "writting" by which you'll be able to tell us apart!
Another way to separate us is by the fact that my cohort invokes
"God" whereas I invoke "Dog".
Now don't be fooled folks, he sounds like we're all lined up on the
top of some skyscraper somewhere getting ready to take the leap
if we don't make some certain sales quota... In actuality, he's the
only one on the edge. I'm down here on the sidewalk with a piece
of chalk marking out a big "X".
Because I know that when you good people go to check the balance
in your bank account (assuming you don't bank with WaMu...
in which case you have no account,) you'll decide those

$60 Abercrummy and Filtch Tees are complete crap

and our Hiphazards start looking pretty damn good at less than 20 bucks!
Now... back to my day job on Wall Street!

Hello? Is there anyone listening?

I have to be straight with you. This blog is a final act of desperation. Hiphazard is a t-shirt company in dire straights. My God I could bore you to tears with details of our history... our auspicious beginnings, the lean years... crap, it is all crap. The truth is, we kicked it off, then went back to our day jobs and did nothing to really make it happen. Well, it is time to "come to Jesus".

Look, a company is not a building. It is not an idea. It is not even a product. A company is people and all the creativity and talent they have to offer. Hiphazard is no exception. So, what better way to know if we have something to offer the world than to put it out here for the world to see.

Here is our goal. We want to come up with 10 new designs for shirts each week. They will be featured on our site, www.hiphazard.com, but they will be unveiled here first. You may get some rambling, some pontification, maybe even explanation. Our hope is that no one will cry (except maybe "foul") that some of you will laugh, and at least one of you will be offended each week. Hang in there, bear with us and for Christ sake, BUY SOME SHIRTS.