The simultaneously very neat, and very not neat thing about writing as a pseudo-profession, is that it never quite feels like I’m allowed to talk about the Bigger and Cooler Stuff.
So here instead is the shot glass that my sister and I hath dubbed, “Asskicker.” She’s a well-known glass-blower and ceramist here in Seattle. And before you, in all of its pixilated glory, is Asskicker: an utterly unique, and utterly ass-kicking drinking vessel.
Yeah, baby.
Nailed that detail.
Oh yes I did.
