[blatantly stolen from Fritinancy]
The product of his work is evident on screen -- and at home.
"At first [my wife] was like, 'Hugh, this is ridiculous, look at you,'" he said.
"'I don't know who you are -- now get into bed,'" he continued, laughing.
Oh, yeah. I feel so sorry for her. That poor woman.
Holly Sliger and Dave Combs, the husband-and-wife team who started the Ban Comic Sans movement and man the typographic barricades, offer merchandise, font alternatives, and oratory on their website to inspire us all:
See? You doubted me before, and thought the anti-Comic Sans movement was just a short-lived internet joke. But now you know it's more pervasive than that. It's all so clear now. They're messing with your Second Amendment right to bear fonts! All I have to say, Holly and Dave, is this:
WHEN COMIC SANS IS OUTLAWED, ONLY OUTLAWS WILL USE COMIC SANS.
He did what now?
This afternoon Arlen Specter (R-Pennsylvania) announced he is
joining the Wu-Tang Clan, a prominent, loosely organized group of
hardcore rappers that first formed in the early '90s.
At a press conference with all 9 original members, including the RZA, GZA (pronounced "Rizza" and "Jizza") and Method Man, a visibly disoriented Specter read from a prepared statement:
This morning I just downloaded FoxyURL, the FF gadget that turns longer URLs into short ones. I think it'll work well; a nice clean button has appeared on my top row next to the Google search window, for ease of teh clickz, so am looking forward to creating short URLs for Twitter in fewer steps.
On the other hand, I could adopt a completely different attitude and use DickensURL. This is a new service that turns ordinary URLs into lengthy Dickens quotes. The URLs are still workable, too, meaning you can annoy your Twitter and blog friends in a whole new way.
Grace has been browsing the recent photos on the Official White House Photostream, so I thought I'd throw in the one I think is funniest.
Why is this guy protecting his shoes? Doesn't he know Bo is much too well-trained to pee on the help?
I recommend that you bookmark 1000 Awesome Things and read it every week day, just for that 17 seconds of positive feelings before holing up alone in my office. Loved today's entry:
And there you stand at the scene of the crime in your pleated pants and button-down shirt. Yeah, I’m guessing the last thing you feel like doing right about now is dropping to your hands and knees and poking your fingers into a steaming engine of paper trays and twirly knobs.
That’s what makes it so great when a bugle blares softly the background and out pops the King Of The Office from around the cubicle wall. Yes, it’s Unjammer-Man, that young techie kid from the IT department who can de-clog the photocopier in no time flat and is happy to lend a hand.
Except that wasn't the kid from IT - it was me, Pam! Unjamming the copy machine is not hard. Success depend on part bitter experience, part willingness to get toner all over my hands, and part knowledge that all you need to do is unhinge all the bright green levers as you make your way into the depths of the machine.
Trying to learn the ins and outs of Twitpic this morning. So far I have learned how to take a picture on my camera phone. (Here is Daisy teaching Sam doggie yoga.) I can upload pics to Twitpic and to Twitter, and have them show up. But I can't convince either platform that they should post the tweet I include with each pic. Heckheckheckheckheck. Soliciting advice here.
It's Saturday, so you have plenty of time to play Hooky. BB and I scoured the internets this morning to find you a nice, non-ironic game to waste a little time with. And here it is!
Okay. There's this boy, see? He's going to a party and bringing lemons for the lemonade. Along the way he must battle foes by throwing his hard-won lemons. Defeating foe = winning a friend to take to the party. Object? Reach the party with enough lemons and enough friends. Much like life itself!
History did (mostly) clean up that whole kiss me, Hardy thing. [comic]
Ten things to do for digital spring cleaning. Boy, I'm a sucker for a) lists and b) cleaning tips, even if I never follow them.
People who look exactly the same in all pictures. Freaky! And what's the deal with Paris Hilton? I think we finally have living proof she's a vampire or something.
War of the Tweets [comic] Uncomfortably true.
And for my nephew Damon: an interactive map of Springfield from 'The Simpsons.' I want this memorized so we can discuss it on Saturday!
ME: Did you know you were designing a toy for bored housewives and the indolent rich?
BELL: Actually, I was trying to help deaf people.
ME: I heard about a woman who telephoned her husband to say she was in the throes of childbirth. Whatever happened to private pain?
Look around you. (Well, poke your head out of your cube and glance up and down the hallway.) These people need shaking up. They need to be challenged intellectually. And they especially need a few new descriptive words.
Start with the 10 best foreign words the English language needs, pick a good word and start using it in sentences. (I like the last one on the list - desenrascano - which is Portuguese for "pulling a MacGuyver.")
After you've casually dropped the word into conversation three or four times, one of your coworkers may say, "That's Portuguese, right? Are you sure you're pronouncing it correctly?" He/she is obviously not going to respond to your efforts to edify the office. In the future, avoid this coworker. Keep working on the others. Just don't become a backpfeifengesicht.
My highlight of SFMOMA was a sculpture by Katharina Fritsch called Kind mit Pudeln. [Click on this pic and see others in my Flickr pool.] Over 200 hand-painted black poodles stand in formation, staring inward at one baby. According to the plaque, the artist is saying that babies are born innocent but must soon journey outward through a world that is both humorous and potentially corrupt. When I saw this sculpture, I immediately knew the poodles were were wondering what they could get for a kid on eBay.
My birthday present was a trip to the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. We joined a tour group and learned a little about the museum's permanent collection, including this Matisse sculpture.
The highlight of my kid's day (I think - we'll have to wait until she comments to confirm this) happened when we were on the 4th floor looking at a visiting collection. We were standing in a shallow alcove, near what looked like elevator buttons. She pressed a button that said "In Use". We heard the sound of whirring machinery. Uh-oh. We walked with dignified haste in separate directions. A few minutes later, Bunny came up to me, her eyes huge, and pulled me by my elbow back to the alcove. Sure enough, the alcove had been a gigantic service elevator, and the whole bloody wall had disappeared, and we were left staring into an open elevator car filled with packing boxes. We looked around, but no docents were loping across the gallery yet to tell us off. Bunny hit the "close" button and we strolled away again.
No biggie. I say, if you're going to explore your world, you have to take some chances.
Uncomfortable plot summaries? Gee, no kidding! [h/t Chaos Theory]
Read them all here.