My brush with infamy
For those of you who don't yet have kids, first I should warn you that whatever level of geekiness we possess will likely be passed on and then twisted by our children. My kids are no exception.
That said, several weeks ago my oldest son asked me to make up a tshirt on spreadshirt. He'd just seen Manos: The Hands of Fate and wanted a Manos shirt.
Being the father I am, I threw a shirt together real quick and ordered one of the shirts for my son.
And then I promptly forgot about it.
Today as I was checking the email account tied to my Spreadshirt account, I had an email from Joe Warren. He's the son of the writer/director (Harold P. Warren). It was a short note telling me that the shirt was interesting and that his father would have bought one.
Since I don't exactly know how I should take it when I've been told that the mind behind Torgo would have liked my shirt, I'll have to resort to quoting Joe.
"Interesting."
That said, several weeks ago my oldest son asked me to make up a tshirt on spreadshirt. He'd just seen Manos: The Hands of Fate and wanted a Manos shirt.
| For those of you who live in blissful ignorance, Manos: The Hands of Fate is often listed as the worst movie of all time. It's seen the light of day again as an episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000, otherwise it would likely be all but forgotten. |
And then I promptly forgot about it.
Today as I was checking the email account tied to my Spreadshirt account, I had an email from Joe Warren. He's the son of the writer/director (Harold P. Warren). It was a short note telling me that the shirt was interesting and that his father would have bought one.
Since I don't exactly know how I should take it when I've been told that the mind behind Torgo would have liked my shirt, I'll have to resort to quoting Joe.
"Interesting."
Sal
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