While I continue to slog away at the Pile O' Work, here's this to keep you entertained: 25 reasons you might be a hardcore graphic/web designer: You’ve almost rear-ended the car in front of you because you were analyzing a font on a billboard.... You clean your keyboard more often than you wash your car. You’ve intentionally given up trying to explain your projects to non-designers.... (everyone thinks they are a designer) The amount of words you’ve written with a sharpie labeling burned discs total more than the amount of words you’ve read in novels.
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So when I said I was raiding Christmas tree scraps -- I wasn't kidding. For reference, that's the pile of branches in the back of the Mini, and with a bundle of firewood. Go big or go home, I like to say. I might get more tomorow night, too.
It's not quite cutting mistletoe with a sickle at dawn while standing on one leg, but hey, I'm a modern pagan. And, there's no mistletoe growing within 25 miles of me -- yes, I've looked. But if you're local and you know of any, hip me to it, yes?
Sleepy dog
And then I'll have to once again have the conversation about why human food is not for dogs, especially food with chili oil in it.... The days are getting so short now that it's not only dark when I get up for work (4:30 a.m. is dark, no matter the time of year), but dawn is just breaking as I get into the office, at 7. It's dark when I walk out of the office at 5, and the holiday traffic in LA means it's rare to get home before 7:45.
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My wallpaper samples arrived today from Graham Brown, and they're gorgeous!... The website didn't do them justice at all: they're luminous, even the dark ones catch light, and they're subtly textured.... Now I just have to decide which paper would look best in which room...
Read MoreGraphic designer test, and a thank you
From the 5th Annual World Graphic Design Foosball Championship at Pentagram: Paul Sahre challenges suspected non-designers Big Spaceship (2) with the 'Are you a graphic designer?'... An acquaintance of some renown managed to find 10 seconds to wish me luck and safety while being horribly busy in Africa, while people I'd known for years, who lived less than 25 miles away, were totally silent. One friend's efforts resulted in offers of help from total strangers pouring in. As I said to that friend this morning: There were people I'd known well for years, decades, even, who didn't bother to call and see how I was, because, they said, they knew I'd handle it and I'd call them if I needed anything.
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