So, I’ve been at this for a while. The whole TShirt thing. Long enough that we used to have shirts silkscreened [curiously, I'm wearing one of the silkscreened ones at the moment], in a time before Print on Demand was really considered, let alone perfected.

Then we got the PoD thing, which…sucked. For about five years. It seriously sucked. To whatever extent things were technically commercial and industrial, it was still largely a matter of ironing plastic printouts onto fabric. And it just sucked.

Then came direct printing, a few years ago. And it sucked less, though not to the exclusion of suction. Finally, nowish, it’s working pretty well. So that only took ten years.

That’s almost completely irrelevant. All of it. If you’ve been speedreading the first couple words of each paragraph up to this point, you didn’t miss much. Yet.

In the years we’ve been outsourcing to PoDs, I’ve run into a few thousand other people—from reasonably famous professionals to housewives—doing the same thing. And, being something like goaloriented, not a few tended to resolve to come up with a new shirt every day. Which sounds like a good way to develop a catalogue, until you remember that even those who are actually pretty good at this, if uploading 365 different shirts in a year, will inevitably upload 362 which totally suck.

Which I understand, and embrace, and don’t care about. So that’s not quite the point either.

Except that I happened to think about that tonight, for some reason. And that didn’t work for me because, while thinking that—hey—I could probably strive to work up a shirt a day to rebuild volume now that I’m concentrating largely on zazzle.com, I didn’t actually have anything to work up today, specifically.

But there’s the slushpile. Neurologists call it my brain; but what would they know. The slushpile is this vast junkdrawer of unrelated ideas for shirts and novels and whatever. Most of the stuff in there is either too dumb to waste time trying to do [incidentally, ninety percent of the time I waste the time to do it anyway, I'm wrong and everyone loves it], too hard to do at all, or both.

But, I had nothing better to do. So I grabbed a tricky one, in the sense that it’s actually graphical instead of just typed out, which has always seemed a bit stupid, but which I’ve kinda wanted to do for years now. So I did it. And it looks like this:

As for its stupidity: within ten minutes of mentioning that I’d done it at facebook.com, I was collecting thumbs up over it. So: wrong again. Which is maybe good in this case.

So, there. Making a different shirt every day. For two days now. I need a vacation.
—Gremlin