Spring deserves a pretty hot-pink skirt.

Spring deserves a pretty hot-pink skirt., originally uploaded by CommandZed.

And if I email you, Girl! Woman! And if you email me, Girl! Woman!
Indent and Die.

Octo-pudder Meepery

Look at me, suddenly blogging all the live-long day. Now that classes are over and the time has come to pack up my belongings in preparation of the big move, I've had a chance to sift through old books and mile-high stacks of papers. Among some of my notes from Marketing for Design last year, I found this (and other) hilarious drawings I would do to purposefully ignore my teacher and everything I was supposed to be learning. Meep!

2005 Emily Carr Institute Design Grads

Photos from last night's celebration and fundraiser for our upcoming ECI Design grad show have just been posted. The party was a huge success, and a lot of fun. The party spilled out onto the streets, into alleys and really, anywhere you can fit drunkards. Thanks to those who put it together!

The following is a real commercial on real television, reconstructed by a real girl with real problems. Anything than writing an academic paper, anything. I highly recommend closing your eyes just enough to still read these words, but enough to allow a close encounter with a meditative state of mind.

Lush forests, cool breeze, a babbling brook gently rolling over old stones that line the bottom where baby fish live. Button-nosed beaver gnaws on felled trees, minding his own, playing his dutiful role as token beaver near token river, responsbile member of the wildlife clean-up crew. He chomps, reminiscing hours prior when he spied that fantastic babe of a beaver, the one with the nice dam.(OK, so that part was fabricated by me completely)

BAM! Instantly cut to burned out, alcoholic and unemployed animatronic beaver sporting massive, nicotine stained teeth, an evil stare and sparks shooting out of his claws (made up the claws too). In a flash, gentle creature turns into monster flying through air, hissing and growling and spitting furballs and splinters in every direction, he's going to kill the camera and oh god it is… so awesome. (cut to product shot, Band Aids) I laughed with such ferocity I stopped breathing and nearly peed in my seat. SO… that is my story. How was your day?

Oh, right, and I drew a picture for you.

Qu’est que c’est, fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far…

Coalesce, originally uploaded by Zarayy.

Coalesce lives a little. I've reached a milestone, and for a non-type designer designing type, this day, indeed is a significant one. I have just finished my 26th character, finished as in, I have the forms somewhat solidified until furthur testing proves otherwise. It has been roughly an hour since it's completion and already I want to change everything. Issue numero uno: This project is based on ligatures, I seem to remember being out to prove something (oh yeh!). There are no ligatures. I was about to list a few more issues (like spacing, spacing and spacing) then realized those issues are nothing but complaints and unattractive whining. Before I ramble into some tall tale about mice eating bezier handles, I should get some sleep.

I am the queen of allowing random thoughts be known to the general public. The latest: I want "I love Bas, I mean Underware" tattooed on my butt, in Bello of course. Don't forget the swashes.

While on the topic of nice boys, my exceptionally awesome and talented pal across the pond recorded this blog post. Eat your heart out* American-movie-trailor-narration-man, Adam T. Wardoch is soon going to take your job.

*Requires RealPlayer for playback, best with headphones

I have never needed to capitalize WTF so friggin' badly.