Okay, I guess now I’m guilty of jumping on the Obama propaganda bandwagon, but I also just think this is really, really funny. I was IMing with my friend Christopher Simmons today and we were both laughing about the awesome product placement Hillary Clinton gave the Xerox Corporation last night. So what if there really was change you could Xerox? Christopher whipped this up in about 5 minutes.

Feel free to Xerox as many copies as you want (although chances are you’ll probably be using a scanner and/or your Epson). And pass it along to your friends; maybe it will cheer them up if they didn’t score a full-color poster in the latest Shepard Fairey free-for-all. We think Obama—as an open-source kind of candidate—would approve. Download the PDF. Original (un-Xeroxed version) here, and also as a PDF.

Time for Sex: An updated Sex and the City trailer has hit the internet (although they’re getting taken down faster than I can find them). Here’s the summary: Carrie’s wedding falls through, Charlotte gets pregnant, blah blah blah. More importantly: Strands of big, Like a Virgin pearls are back, drapery-as-dress is a go for spring, and—good news!—fake flowers attached to your clothing can now be twice the size of your head.

March Madness: Los Angeles doesn’t have all the magazine’s content online yet but they did manage to create a Best of LA set of interactive brackets in which we are forced to choose between LA’s best features in match-ups that are obvious, ambiguous and ridiculous all at the same time. Example: Amoeba and Disneyland face off in the first contest. Voting for the first round ends February 25. To those of you debating The Hills vs. Getty Center, why not pretend they mean the show, just to make things more interesting.

They told me they fixed it: The galactic media is abuzz over a demolished, cocaine-ridden transport vehicle driven by one Landocalrissian Butler. Apparently his hyperdrive had been disabled and he was not able to make the jump to lightspeed before being apprehended by authorities. Once a smuggler, always a smuggler, I say, and at age 27, the timing is just about perfect. Says my brother, “I feel his pain.”

Award-winning: Something must be wrong in Hollywood. The Boulevard is closed, helicopters are circling, there’s metal debris all over the place, and bomb squads are patrolling the neighborhood. Looks dangerous. Let me know if you hear anything.

The Finnish line: I’m off tomorrow to the land of reindeer, saunas and Marimekko for a little over a week. Check back for semi-regular updates between shots of glögi, and if you have any must-sees for Helsinki, leave ‘em here.

Today’s Flavor of the Week is made possible by generous gifts from Spencer Cross, Eater LA, and Laura Kate Jones.

This is how you were most likely to see graphic designers Ed Fella and Geoff McFetridge last night at the opening of Two Lines Align, up until April 6 at the REDCAT gallery here in LA. That is, if you could infiltrate the baggy sweater/skinny jean miasma that seemed to follow them wherever they went. I’ve never seen so many people at a REDCAT opening before. There were people literally beating down the door at 6pm.

Michael Worthington (who used to share a studio with Geoff while at CalArts) did such an excellent job of putting the show together (and the book is beautiful; snatch one up if you get the chance). The exhibition is split exactly in half, and the obvious place to begin is little kid-sized doorway into a room that Geoff painted for the show. Geoff’s work is mostly huge, colorful paintings and drawings, including this awesome woven-looking thing, and the highlight was this huge box layered with all his t-shirts, posters, skateboards, CD covers, shoes, and even a monitor (with headphones) playing his video “Golden Cage” for The Whitest Boy Alive, which is hypnotic and melancholy and one of my favorite videos ever.

But what I was most fascinated by was seeing all the people who had probably just come to see Geoff’s work slowly discover Ed’s side of the show. Although he just turned 70 and won AIGA’s highest honor last year, Ed is probably LA’s most undersung graphic designer. To give you an example, Flavorpill’s original blurb about the show said Ed “designed many of the fonts on your computer” (uh, he’s designed one) but have since quasi-corrected it (CalArts professor Louise Sandhaus confided to me that she emailed them; I’m sure plenty of other people did as well). Where Geoff’s body of work is impressive simply because he’s so young, Ed’s is this massive avalanche of decades of doodles that renders you absolutely speechless. Easily a hundred of his posters and type drawings line the walls, and dozens of his sketchbooks are opened to these ornate multi-colored spreads—which make you wonder, dude, so what’s on the next page?

So actually, once I thought about it, you should view the show backwards, starting with Ed. This way, you’ll see the similarities in their work but you’ll also see the push and pull of the design industry: Ed left the commercial design world years ago to explore this hybrid of art, illustration and type; Geoff was able to burst into today’s commercial design world with a similar aesthetic that was only possible because people like Ed had paved the way.

For me, it was more than two lines aligning; this opening seemed to pull all the people from my past, present and future lives into one big room. It was a truly inspirational gathering of like-minded creatives, and as is always the case at these things, everyone seemed to know each other. It was great to see Viewers Like You contributors Megan McGinley, Katie Hanburger and Max Erdenberger (who has lots more photos at VLU). I was psyched to see Casey Caplowe, creative director of Good, since we’ve oddly never actually seen each other in Los Angeles, only at other design events all over the country! I met Jonathan and Meg Wells (finally!) who have some awesome new stuff in the works at Flux. And I saw Souris from Hustler of Culture, who told me she’s doing a panel at SXSW’s interactive festival with UnBeige founder/my hero Jen Bekman. I can’t wait, I’ll be going to cover the festival and, of course, support Beautiful Losers.

After the show (and some lunar eclipse-gazing—amazing) me, Lenny Mesina and Jon Barlow (both of the BL team), and Lauren Fong, who designs ad-or-able clothes at ITSOLA, dove into much-needed bowls of fried meats and noodles in Little Tokyo. Also? Pinkberry coffee flavor? Sucks. More photos (of the event, not of Pinkberry) can be found here.

As I’m reporting stories I always come across little tidbits of information that might not make it into print. So before the story gets published, I’ll pass them on to you as free samples.

Yesterday, I got to spend the entire day at the studio of TimandEric.com, also known as the daring comedic ingenues Tim Heidecker and Eric Wareheim. Besides reliving my days in production and feasting upon the endless bowls of Reese’s Pieces and towers of Twizzlers, I got to watch the production of Nite Live, a weekly live internet show produced right here in Hollywood. As last night’s show will attest, it is extremely live.

I realize some people out there may not be familiar with the brilliance of Tim and Eric, so I have assembled this brief video tour (and yes, Tim and Eric are so brilliant that entire episodes of their shows are posted on the internet for all to see). Besides their live show, Tim and Eric also have two shows on Adult Swim: Tom Goes to the Mayor and Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! which not only has most intelligent graphics on television, it has the best guest stars: Bob Odenkirk and David Cross, The Shins, Rainn Wilson, Jeff Goldblum, and the great John C. Reilly, who plays local weatherman Dr. Steve Brûle. I didn’t get to meet John, but I saw a bodysuit that was being prepared for him to wear the next day. Eric told the costume designer to add more hair.

I interviewed Tim and Eric for a very important upcoming story and our interview took place on the same couch where they composed jingles for Tom Skerritt (not Brad Garrett). And I got to use the bathroom that’s prominently featured in the video of the Bird and the Bee song “Polite Dance Song” which was directed by Eric (note the excessive use of needlepoint art). If you liked that last clip, you will most certainly enjoy guest star Palmer Scott in this Awesome Show segment, “Sit on you.”

Tim and Eric will be going on tour for a few months this year, kicking off with a huge show at the Echoplex on May 5. If you’ve enjoyed our time here today, I assure you, you shant be disappointed then. Otherwise, you will be inconsolably disappointed.

In which I look back at the week and try to encapsulate its essence into one delicious flavor.

Love in the air: Marian Bantjes has posted her annual Valentine’s Day mailing, which this year consisted of spelling out 300 names in custom heart-shaped letters. Besides Marian’s sweet greetings, I also received some pretty cheesy love-lettering.

I said no, no…yes: Somehow I thought that Amy Winehouse singing “Rehab” on the Grammys would be too drenched with irony to be watchable, but in just a few soulful, shimmying minutes she reinvented the song as some kind of anthem for recovering addicts. Her emotionally overwhelmed, mum-clutching speech after accepting Record of the Year, however, was the performance of the evening.

After 100 days, there are no good writers’ strike puns left: A Daily Show gets its The back. Jerry O’Connell ends his Tom Cruise imitation. Writers who don’t create hopelessly contrived characters for bloated entertainment conglomerates still get paid miserably for online content. Thanks, WGA!

Mia Farrow always wins: Pressured by activists who oppose China’s relationship with Sudan, Steven Spielberg says no to his gig as artistic director of the Beijing Olympics. Unfortunately, he says yes to Munich II: The One That Got Away.

The kid is not my son: Thriller turns 25. I make decent money and live by myself in a nice apartment in Hollywood. Michael Jackson lives in a hotel in Vegas with his three kids while his house is in foreclosure. If I had only known while dancing to “Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’” at age 5 that someday I would have a better life than Michael Jackson.

Thanks to NPR, Laura Kate Jones, Extended Play, Keith Scharwath and Marian Bantjes.