Ha! Not really, but this is a reimagined glimpse back to the Postal Service’s formative years. In honor of the 10th anniversary of their debut album, we have PS member Jimmy Tamborello auditioning members for the spot that would eventually be taken by Death Cab For Cutie’s Ben Gibbard (all of that was just too twee for words). Up for the job? Weird Al, Aimee Mann, Moby, Duff McKagan, Paige Hamilton from Helmet, Nate from Sunny Day Real Estate, Blink-182′s Tom Delonge and a slew of others.
Unrelated: Ben Gibbard has the largest, squarest head I’ve ever seen.
I had to check multiple news sources to make sure this was actually a true story and not a cruel joke designed to prey on my simultaneous obsessions with vanity clothing lines and the postal service, but guess what? It’s true! The US Postal Service is really, truly launching a clothing line in 2014. Inspired by the old “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night…” mail carrier motto, the USPS is naming their new fashion venture, “Rain Heat & Snow” and will focus on high performance clothing that allows the wearer to fend off the elements and/or take their sexy postal worker role playing games to the next level. Rain Heat & Snow will initially be available only in men’s sizes (boo!), but will expand to include women’s clothing later in the year. And unfortunately for those of us who would love to be able to buy stamps and all-weather shorts in one place, your local post office won’t be adding an apparel section–the line will be sold at department and specialty stores. I must say, knowing I will soon have the chance to dress like my mailman almost makes up for the fact that I will no longer be seeing him on Saturdays. Almost, but not quite. [Washington Post]
In an effort to trim their budget down a bit (by a bit, I mean $2 billion), the US Postal Service has announced a plan to end Saturday mail and cut back to a five-day delivery schedule. As I’ve mentioned before, I am a huge fan of the postal service and I have a giant crush on my mailman, so this news comes as a crushing blow. And sometimes, when pain is this acute, there’s only one way to express it: in iambic pentameter. Read on for my embarrassingly dramatic Sonnet to the Saturday Mail… Keep reading »