PETA Griffin
When I worked for a design agency, I had two adamant higher-ups. There was a brand identity project for a new company, and I was in charge of typography, but those two disagreed with my choice of font.
The first one was this stony-looking Peruvian-American man named Esteban Ferrero, but since that's Spanish for Steven Smith, and our company had a rule that everyone has to call each other using nicknames instead of last names, everyone, including himself, just called him Steve. The second one was a Dutch woman with a sharp glare named Evelien van der Berg. She was famous for giving designers a hard time convincing her that their design choices work better than hers. In accordance with the company rules, we called her Eve.
Anyway, I showed Steve my first draft, and he wasn't convinced that I chose LinoLetter as the main font, and told me that I should use a sans-serif font. But I stood by my position that serifs add legibility to printed and digital material, that it fits the company's identity as an organic store, and that it is hard to stand out with a sans-serif. It took a lot of debate, but in the end, Steve was convinced that LinoLetter was acceptable.
A few days later, I showed Eve a more elaborated version, as for the sizes and styles of the font, and the pairing of LinoLetter with Century as the headline font. She insisted that I should have used a sans-serif font for the headline. I expressed my view that LinoLetter is a font with composed and legible shape, and Century, while it is also legible, has flair at larger sizes. She kept disagreeing with me, saying I should use something bolder and more contrasting, like Tungsten. It felt like hours had passed before the conversation went anywhere, so I had to give up and look for a sans-serif font that goes with LinoLetter.
So it goes to show that the one who gave me a hard time was adamant Eve, not adamant Steve.
A guy-neck-ologist
It was an Apple with limited memory; just one byte. Then, everything crashed.
It cuts like a knife.
He gave him 2 test tickles
"No way!"
"YAHWEH!"
A guyneckologist!
But I keep getting the son in my eyes.
I said “you’re not Adam Ant!”, he said “yeah i am.” we argued all night, but he really was adamant.
It's Christmas eve
Absolutely nothing.
Not read Apple terms of agreement.
Happy New Years Eve
But very few people know his brother Frank was a monster.
They call it Modernaty leave.
Unfortunately, it's the one we live in.
They make up everything.
They make up everything
Because God took away their paradise.
"Don't give a damn about your cold calculation."
Eve's drop
Everest
It's Christmas, Eve!
Ps Merry Christmas, happy holidays etc etc to all my fellow dads and dad joke lovers 👍
They're always up to something or they always let you down.
“For the last time, it’s Christmas, Eve.”
Edit: Thanks for so much love. Merry Xmas!
Ancient Scot Richard's Warriors: Dick's Picts
Loki - Trick pics (from my brother)
Pictures of an Adam Sandler movie: "Click" pics.
Pictures of a Kaitlin Olson character: The Mick's pics
Screenahots of these comments: Wit pics
Leaky faucet: drip pics
X1 Cumberbatch photos: Benedict pics
X2 Pope photos: Benedict pics (also works)
X3 Turncoat snaps: Benedict pics
X4 "Wong" image: Benedict pics
Legal command: Writ pics
Pictures of twigs: Stick pics
A Christmas Story scene: lick pics
Pictures of a Winter Saint: Nick pics
Syringe photos: prick pics (from a friend)
Sporting goods store images: Dick's pics.
Dan Harmon cartoon character: Rick's pics.
It cuts like a knife.
It is Christmas Eve
It was an Apple, but with extremely limited memory. Just one byte. And then everything crashed.
Edits: Thanks for all the awards!
It cuts like a knife
It cuts like a knife.
Merry Christmas Eve
It's Christmas, Eve.
Because it cuts like a knife.
“It’s Christmas, Eve!”
It was an Apple with very limited memory. Just 1 byte and everything crashed!
In case anyone is wondering it cuts like a knife
Cuts like a knife!
It was an Apple with limited memory, just one byte.
And then everything crashed.
It was an Apple with limited memory, just one byte. And then everything crashed.
It’s Christmas Eve. (I’ll let myself out...)
“For the last time, it’s Christmas, Eve.”
