What can I say about the fine folks at Isogloss? Well, there's this: where else can one find artistically rendered photos of butt pears, of their eldest son making "Sweet Fancy Moses, these pickles are sour!" faces, and of monstrosities that cause at least one member of the household to wake up screaming? Nowhere. That… Read more

What can I say about the fine folks at Isogloss? Well, there's this: where else can one find artistically rendered photos of butt pears, of their eldest son making "Sweet Fancy Moses, these pickles are sour!" faces, and of monstrosities that cause at least one member of the household to wake up screaming? Nowhere. That's where. Why is this the case? Hell if I know. They also exhibit a pathological degree of affection for each other as well as their nearest and dearest through their photographs, which, frankly, also manage, on a near-regular basis, to make the subjects look really, really goofy (I'm talking about you Adam and Ike/Hedgehog/whatever they call you now). And don't even get me started on the severe and profound attention to detail. Good Lord. In short, they're barking mad, but competently, amusingly, and benignly so. If you don't worship them as I do then you are a complete loser, so go ahead and worship them already.

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