what smells like poo?
recently blogger decided we can't publish my blog to my own website anymore so here we are! pardon the dust, and please visit us online at www.heartsandlaserbeams.com!
hearts and laserbeams is the wacky good-times art and design by me, steph calvert. i team up with robots, cupcakes, and stick people to show people art isn’t all about seriousness, missing ears, and deep thoughts; it can actually be tons of fun.
i found out tonight that esquire is a title that lawyers use after their names to sound all fancy and that they think they're better than us...

dude. it's freaking hot out. and i'm melting. i feel bad for my sister danielle - it's 108 in anaheim, over there by ye olde disneylande, and she's walking around in a bear costume.
AHAHAHAHAHAH here's that other barf bag we drew on. the text reads "your official america west barf bag". note the drippy barf letters. deeeeelicious!
ooooooo, it's been ten days. shame on me. but shame on you for farting at work the other day and blaming it on the girl next to you. yeah i heard all about it.










wait! i found another tee i did on jcpenney's site this morning!
oh snaps, the delias catalog was an awesome thing to come home to last night. page 33, item C... the first thing i ever did at mighty fine! it wasn't in the catalog or website at first, but then they did a reorder on it, enough so that it's not an instore only item anymore! so exciting!

i was gonna post about this last night with a nicely designed ad and shit, but then we went to dog park and got sidetracked by comfy sleepy bed.
i just saw a rerun of that last bride standing show i was almost on, and i'm just a little sad i chose not to do it, mostly because damn those girls lacked any real personality. but also because damn i love making an ass of myself in front of tons of strangers, and they filmed this thing at universal citywalk. i guess those reasons really walk hand in hand down jackassery lane, don't they?

dude it is way to f'in hot out right now. all motivation to do anything productive has been sapped, replaced with the desire to do nothing more than lurk on the internets.