The SAT Is Its Own Special Kind of Hell

You know it's true.

Everything Should Taste Like Bacon

Baconnaise.

Bacon Salt.

Mmmvelopes.

These men are gods.

Gaps

Gap's new logo absolutely sucks.  It looks like a fourth grader did it in some shoddy clip-art program.  Besides, the old one was practically an icon.

But it does leave room for delicious fun-poking parody.

http://www.craplogo.me/

I believe the term is 'win'.

Knockout Words

So, mandatory blog posts, mandatory blog posts...

Did my JPEGlicious knockout words.  Hurrah?

So, first off we have tacos.  Delicious, delicious tacos.  Mmm... I think I would like to 

... on them now.  Food is delicious.  

And last, the giant smorgasbord of image run ons, the mother of vector mask overusage.  Not sure if I should put a stroke on it or not because I don't want to to detract from the sheer non-effort and the fact I had to troll through my 60 downloaded images for good color value (not without some help from RGB/CYK adjustments).

Credits & thanks to: tacos, Cookie Monster, cookies, ramen, black forest cake, cherry pie, parrots, strawberries, peppers, peaches, maple leaves, violins, Nemo, oranges, finches, foxes, lemons, wheat, flowers. banana, more leaves, Monet, cacti, kiwis, turtles, canaries, the Caribbean islands, fish, Van Gogh, shark week and hummingbirds.

Special thanks to Jos Buivenga and his exljbris Font Foundry.  Museo is pretty much my life.  So is Diavlo.  And Fertigo.  And Fontin... I do believe I Love Typography.  Geeky... but awesome.

The cake is a lie; that is all.

We Live in 1713

I have found that the number of Chrome tabs I have open acclimates to how busy my life is.

Yesterday I had a mess of tabs, hemorrhaging MLA formats by Purdue, sweet social documentaries on Netflix, lists of quotes from Grapes of Wrath and The Jungle and above all, lots and lots of Wikipedia tabs.  I mean, heaps of information about pluots, Aileen Wuomos and Phantom Time Hypothesis.  Awwyeah, massive conspiracies based around time are what’s up.

Oddly, I’m not having a panic attack over the fact that I have yet to bang out three paragraphs of a bland essay that tastes like cardboard.  It’s absolutely horrible and chock full of bullcrap.

7:30 AM should be illegal.