Tights are not pants, goddamnit.

We are very happy together.

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Grateful patients. Brackets with vases and casts how if i
say i will not come? I am enjoined to gone with gwenhwyvar
to her chamber. Then went ever so slightly, what you have
done She shook out. From the top of a small hill came level
belchings they want, to set them tasks, to punish them when
arthur. I thought you’d need it when you came the author
(though this hadnt yet been officially of his face drawn
so tight over the bones that our own. Had all these return
voyagers made a it matter whether they are wrong if they
lady i suppose, wingrave continued, that i was born of such
frequent occurrence in french caves, two i could have known
it if i’d thought about it From mrs stewart but mr graham
had not acquainted.

The tragedy is that this works on some people, though god knows why. Really, stuff like “From the top of a small hill came level
belchings they want, to set them tasks, to punish them” is stuff 4th grade emo poets wouldn’t write, it’s so bad.

Nature, time and patience are the three great physicians.

Partially inspired by a bull session with a friend:

“I found your lack kerning disturbing.”


“I hope so, for your sake. 80 pound text is not as forgiving as I am.”


“Luke, search your feelings, you know I am your Art Director.”


“The hipster attitude is strong with this one.”


“And now, your highness, we will discuss the location of your hidden Postscript Fonts…”


“Don’t be too proud of this technological terror you’ve constructed. The ability to layout a page is insignificant next to the power of the Force.”


“I sense something. A font I’ve not used since…”


“You don’t know the power of Quark!”


“Perhaps I can find new ways to kern them.”


“I’ve been waiting for you, Quark. We meet again at last. The circle is now complete. When I left you I was but the learner. Now I can make drop shadows directly on the page.”



“It is too late for me, son. The Emperor will show you the true nature of the Force. He is your Art Director now.”



“He will join our agency or die, my master.”


“The arrogant ego is strong with you, young Skywalker, but you are not a Creative Director yet.”


“What is thy stylesheet, my master?”


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I want Obama to win. It’s as simple as that. I’m under no illusions that he’s perfect, or that his presidency would be error free. But I’m willing to bet on the new guy precisely because he’s the new guy.

John McCain is old. Hillary seems old. They both are products of their times and really what have those times gotten modern American? The baby boomers and those before them have had their chance on the stage and done a bad job. Sweep’em away and let the new guy go on. Whatever happens, he can’t fuck it up anymore than the complete mess America is in at the moment.

Go Obama. Please remember to keep it in your pants.

A comic titled The Rule of Death, in which a man who has died decides he doesn’t want to be dead anymore and comes back to life. The rest of the town is naturally a bit unsettled.

It’s a bit unsettling with a pace that reeks of marching towards doom, but it’s effectively done and I love the artwork. Very literal in terms of moving the story along but filled with illustrative touches that seem to impart so much more to the panels.

Meanwhile, Engrish.com has excellent instructions for washing clothes.

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