Adam Selzer: King of the Wild Frontier - Keeping busy

Well, I tells ya:
here's a blog entry of mine froma couple of years ago, when I was more-or-less unemployed:


kay. Here's my new business plan. Until the album or the books start selling, of course.

I shall get a booth at the Maxwell Street Market (something so cheap even I can afford it) and sell novelty food. Danger Oranges. Attack Apples. Blueberries of Doom. And fruit the color of the daily terror warning. Or perhaps Facial Jelly - grape jam meant to be spread on one's face for some reason (I've been to Bed Bath and Beyond. They have worse). Or, well, whatever other bizarre oddities (that cost next to nothing to produce) I can dream up between now and a few sundays from now. Very low overhead, high profit margin. It's all in the sales approach.

This is an off-shoot of my idea to make a catalog of things that seem useful to drunks (toasters with a built-in compass, flashlights with a compartment to store your remote control, etc) which would be put in every bar in the country (laminated for protection, of course). I got the idea from SKy Mall.

Sell it and they will come.
/archival post

But yes, K.C., you can see the attack jelly!

You've reminded me of a diorama-nostalgia memory ...

We were supposed to 'sculpt a dinosaur'.

I spent two weeks engineering the inner structure so my papier-mache triceratops wouldn't sag, despite being the size of a large cat. GO ME!, I thought.

One of my classmates made a plesiosaur that blew us all away, though:

An 8x11 piece of blue posterboard, with a pinky-finger-sized plasticine neck and head sticking perkily up out of some carefully-drawn trompe l'oile (spelt wrong but I can't find right) ripples.

Eight times the personality of any of the rest of our clunky reconstructions, and in retrospect I loved it, but at the Big Unveiling we could all have cheerfully murdered him.