March 13, 2011
I went out
This is my friend Vivid. She’s awesome. We both have blue hair and chihuahuas. She’s drunk in this photo. I just wanted to post the photo.
March 11, 2011
Oh clients, my clients
When I’m lucky I get the guy who tells me what he wants and I design it, and it’s right because they know what they want and used words to explain it.
When I’m unlucky it takes a year to do what should have been a 6 week job. Inevitably the vanished client re-appears (after 9 months) with another new idea and another new logo (that they whipped up all on their own!). They still ask me for my input, despite never taking any of my professional advice and never offer feedback on any of my work.
Don’t be the second guy. Seriously. Face punches will appear on your invoice – and in your face.
March 8, 2011
Why don’t they ever marry the prince?
I’ve run out of shows to watch. again, so I’ve been watching “Samantha, who?” in the background while I work. It’s cute. I like Christina Applegate (Don’t tell mom the babysitter’s dead is one of my all time favourites, no really) and the premise is fun. Anyway, not unlike many other shows (and films) where some charming, dashing, loaded, amazing man tries to win the heart of the heroine, Samantha is confronted by a hot billionaire who wants to marry her and she doesn’t go for it, even though he’s hot and nice and funny.
Who are these women that go for the loser who rejected them instead of the amazing bajillionaire? Are these the projections of bitter, forever-alone writers?
Did you see that movie with Kate Hudson and she’s awesome and driven but then she gets some kid dumped on her and abandons her dreams to care for it? I fucking hate that shit. Why does she have to become a mother to be happy and fulfilled? Ugh gross.
