I have it on my keyboard. I love it! I think it's from some game, because the back says Hasbro, Inc., but I don't want to know what game.
It makes me smile. It makes no sense. Like some type of odd apology card.
You couldn't give a card with that written on it, in this day, but wouldn't it be interesting to print up cards with unusual sentences on them and leave them places? A bit like anonymous mail art.
"I never loved you, but I always wished I had."
"Once, I had a bunny. I named him bunny."
Random thoughts. They would have to have a common flip-side. I guess that would identify the author. You could even have a name or URL on the back. Oh no, now some advertiser will do it, and we'll all find these really bizarre cards and it will turn out to be a promotion for beer, or online insurance. Please, don't. Artists, writers, and creative types with no real reason except mischief, okay?
I also put up a bit of flashing. If you've never had the pleasure of working with flashing, it's like a rolled razor blade. It will cut you, deeply, if you are not completely focused. I was wearing my leather work-gloves - they must be stiff, hard to bend leather - and I took one off, because I was having trouble using the tin snips with it on. Quick as a wink, the flashing flipped around and cut my finger. It wasn't too bad. It spurted blood like crazy, but wasn't big enough for a stitch.
Imagine working with a live rattlesnake. Every second, you must pay attention. You must respect and fear the snake. It will strike at any opportunity. This is flashing.
But, flashing is shiny. Oooooo.... shiny!
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