Here's an oddity I unearthed from the bottom of my wardrobe. (Hence the wrinkles.) It's the only t-shirt I ever created. It reads: A DAY WITHOUT SEMIOTICS IS LIKE A HORSE'S HEAD ADRIFT IN VACUUM.
I made this sometime in the early Eighties and gave the shirts all away save one, I forget to whom. Except Mike Ford, who reminded me years later that I'd written it was in an edition of twelve, of which his shirt was February.