Whoopdedoo

Odd

This is who my spam is from

Two things about email:

1. Types of emails I don’t like:

  1. Lib­rary Elf emails which I inev­it­ably don’t read until after my books are overdue.
  2. Those Face­book emails you get because someone you don’t know has replied to someone you don’t know on a dis­cus­sion about some­thing you can’t remem­ber com­ment­ing on six months ago.
  3. Invoice emails/emails gen­er­ally inform­ing me about money being removed from my account and put into someone else’s.
  4. The emails from Abbey where they use Comic Sans. Hello. You are a bank. This is, for once, not a phish­ing email. At least try and make it look like you didn’t get a bunch of Indone­sian schoolkids to write it.

2. A list of names taken from my Spam folder in a fruit­less search for Nanowrimo char­ac­ter names:

Louve­nia Cardera
Mar­garito Cai
Laur­een Back­bone
Char­main Berdy
Mar­cone Omar
Hufstedler Wayne
Adena Sweat­mon
Sweet­land Bulah
Hanna Had­daway
Alpha Votoda
Blanch Sto­et­zel
Ver­n­ita Treichler
Voc­cia Simonne
Ilu­min­ada Hes­ford
Jim­mie Amorosi
Des­per Debera
Mer­cedes Dress­man
Flans­burg Jone
Maizes Bobby
Romeo Van­v­ranken
Aus­tin Sweezy
Kurt Letcher
Evan Bustillo
Kaili­poni Clyde
Steep Kur­tis
Dina Shopp
Shona Gal­leno
Cor­alie Zippe
Bong Zakar
Assunta Wedge­worth
Char­lotte Pof­fen­roth
Eyre Edgar
Gar­land Mamros

The 50 Dollar Logo Experiment

The 50 Dol­lar Logo Experiment

I turned to the clev­erly named 50DollarLogo.com, a site based in Sri Lanka or some­where prom­ising six logo designs, unlim­ited revi­sions, and a 1–3 day turn­around. Who needs messy things like research, insight, or even a modicum of inform­a­tion about my busi­ness, when I can have unlim­ited revi­sions?

This feels a lot like my life at the moment, only I am the one try­ing to make a decent logo out of cheese and Naz­areth and the people I work for want some­thing with more anthropomorphism.

Bed Head After-Party

I have a pack­aging thing. I love pack­aging design. This comes in espe­cially handy to pass time when doing some­thing I really don’t love, like hav­ing my hair cut. All that sit­ting still and not fid­get­ing and mak­ing small talk about Christ­mas (come on, people, it was a month ago. Try harder.) and hav­ing to sit in front of a mir­ror for an age when, for the most part, I’m vam­piric about mirrors.

A big chunk of hairdresser income comes from selling over­priced hair product, and over­priced hair product gen­er­ally has bril­liant pack­aging in order to make people like me buy some over­priced hair product they won’t use but will gaze at lov­ingly.  Depend­ing on the tar­get mar­ket,  pack­aging ranges from classy to fun to, err… this:

… oh come on, it’s not just me, is it? Is it?

T-Mobile at Liverpool Street Station

Well. That just never hap­pens at my bus stop…

Warning: Not to be taken

To take or not to take, that is the question…

Warning: Not to be taken

I’m just not sure how long esven days is…

Welcome back!

Inter­rupt­ing a two day sleep-fest (something’s broken, but I don’t know what…) to tell you that I love this to pieces:


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