You pick the slogan, I pay for the shirt

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That’s right, kids. The leaves are turning. The cider is simmering. And it’s once again time to spend more than a few minutes picturing yourself as Sean Connery getting jiggy with it in a kicking t-shirt at SC08. Go ahead, I’ll wait.

If you are one of the lucky ones that landed one of these beauties at SC07 — and who can forget, “My other computer is super” — then you know how totally your life can be transformed by a free t-shirt. If not, I envy your journey of discovery, friend.

Cast your vote at the poll in the sidebar for the bit of cleverness you’d like to see pasted on the chest of that t-shirt (white, 100% cotton, shaken not stirred). Oh, and vote soon if you want to be sure your vote is heard. I’ve once again put this off to the last minute, so I’ve got to get cracking on getting these things printed.

That’s Bond. James Bond.


  1. John,

    I have to tell you that I really enjoy your column – I look forward to reading it every day. You have a great eye for detail,and a great sense of humor. Keep up the great work!