For those of you who are not card people, this post will make little sense. For the ”card people” out there, I know you understand. Like me, you have a box at home where you store cards that are waiting for the right occasion. If you find a card that makes you laugh or says the right thing in the right way, you’ll buy it even if you don’t have a reason. I imagine other card people also have their keeper cards. The cards you love so much you can’t give them to just anyone. It is your duty to give that card to another person who will appreciate it just as much as you would. Needless to say, I am a card person.

In May, 2003 I found the best card ever in a small shop on Granville Island in Vancouver, Canada. The creator was Lane Foard and the company was called Squibnocket. I bought two cards and I have held onto them for over 9 years… They are genius, the style, the look, the words. I have come close, but I couldn’t part with them because they are just too perfect.

It’s as if someone much cooler than me crawled into my head and managed to pull together words that exquisitely express what I didn’t know I had to say.

Over the past 9 years I have searched the Internet. I stalked the Squibnocket web site which had a permanent under construction sign that included a note “we apologize for merging onto the Internet super-highway at the speed of a Daewoo”. With obsessive dedication I walked into every card shop clutching the hope that I would find the cards again.

Today, the Squibnocket cards popped into my head again, and I ventured on another google search. I surfaced links from 2008 and stumbled along until there they were. The cards. MY cards. Available online for purchase at Arcadia. I highly recommend you take a look at the Squibnocket collection and enjoy the cards.

I’m ecstatic with anticipation at spending my grocery money on cards that say it all with perfect wit and dark humour (even if the people and occasions have yet to present themselves).