If Christmas teaches you anything it's this: greeting cards are the work of the devil (and the paper conglomerates).

It's not just the Christmas ones either; birthday cards are particularly bad, as are the ones for Christenings, weddings, mother's and father's day and anniversaries. I know I've certainly received my fair share of poorly typeset "Dearest Daughter" cards (sorry Mum):



Well no more! Now you can send someone a hilarious, albeit completely untimely, poem about pubic hair, baby making ladies or getting dumped on McHappy Day - all this and more is possible thanks to Little Wave.

The brainchild of Gali Lenko (a lady genius), Little Wave goes a little something like this:

Little wave was heaved into existence after a near drowning in Mexico. As a huge wave carried my last breath to the shore and my body out to sea, a stoned Japanese surfer appeared like an angel, only to scream RELAXO in my face. He eventually rescued me and then disappeared to find some tacos. That was the moment an artist was born, or perhaps the moment part of my brain died. Whatever. The point being, that without any real artistic ability, or sensation in my left arm, I decided to express myself through my writing, which is questionable, both in form and context.

So it is with a gambler’s optimism and Parkinson precision that I launch little wave into an ocean of possibilities.

So basically if Vince Noir was going to send Howard Moon a declaration of love, he'd probably do it on one of these.

Check them out at www.littlewave.com.au