mariacallas
Bluelight Crew
LOL i found one of those super funny mini-essays i randomly write to myself from time to time WHEN i am in the mood. This one had me in stitches. BTW, im an artist ....which explains the obsession with said topic of rant. warning: quite long BUT not ever tedious! EVAR!
FONT Whore, or One of My Many Proclaimed Alter-Ego Titles
i am a font whore. i simply cannot post a paragraph on my pcjournal, type notes or make lists on adobe pagemaker OR religiously try to write WHEN the inspiration sorta hits me, because im too goddamn busy tinkering with the fonts and seeing WHAT GOES BEST WITH MY MOOD RIGHT RIGHT NOW. Rats. I hate it, but i cant live without it. Its a love/hate relationship and it is a major irritant not to mention an OBSTACLE to my becoming a more focused, productive human being, er, PIG. FUCK !I also have a very excellent photographic memory , so THAT coupled with my attention-deficit disorder, VERY rapid short attention span plus a SUPER low-boredom -threshold in general ..equals one obsessed fickleminded hard to please TYPESET SLUT! You can just imagine the suffering i go through when it comes to deciding/using/reusing a particular font for my projects/documents. An example. I was sorta liking this handwritten font called pjscript or something like that, similar to Dear John et al but not as pointy and a little neater. BUT when i was reading a particular issue of ___ magazine and came across said scriptfont on one of the TITLE layouts of an editorial, i immediately scrapped the idea of using it, and now i cringe when i come across it.What an effective brain mapping strategy huh????? Association with unpleasant memories. Hah! cant look at it now without thinking of that magazine (where i incidentally used to maintain a column !) and my former BITCH~! editor, who incidentally had me fired due to ...nevermind. LOL. But i digress.
Fuckit.And what may this entrys higher calling be ? Well, I think it made me realize what my REAL purpose is in THIS lifetime.
Ergo..to twiddle time away doing nice aesthetic little useless chores such as sharpening all my colored pencils prior to creating a piece of art on canvas(which by the time im done sharpening, my inspiration to create is gone and so my ever-so-ACTIVE brain in a snap is gone-a-lookin for another A.L.U.T. (aeshtetic little useless thing) to do while it ponders how to go about doing the next REAL IMPORTANT thing that I was supposed to be doing an hour ago. Or maybe ten years ago. Ya gettin my drift so far? Rats!
So i therefore conclude, that I was put here on this earth to pay homage to the details, those nitty gritty little bastards we love and loathe. Take note....one detail is akin to a PROJECT or an accomplishment . An example: Instead of drafting a fabulous essay that could be published in a magazine showcasing my overflowing talent and creativity,it is not to happen. Because my purpose is really to fine tune and test ALL the 2500 ++ fonts on my system in the process of preparing to write and layout the article. Of course, by the time i make up my mind about what goddamn font to use this time ....the article isnt even needed anymore. IT never was asked for, and it never even was supposed to exist. The FONT is the be all and end all of my creative existence in my own little sick world! End product be damned, I am a SAN SERIF SLUT! Wahh!
WHat you have just read ,dear lurker, is an obsessed rant trying to pass itself off as an existentialist procrastination dilemmna.. And they say God is in the details...but my details dont deserve a God.
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FONT Whore, or One of My Many Proclaimed Alter-Ego Titles
i am a font whore. i simply cannot post a paragraph on my pcjournal, type notes or make lists on adobe pagemaker OR religiously try to write WHEN the inspiration sorta hits me, because im too goddamn busy tinkering with the fonts and seeing WHAT GOES BEST WITH MY MOOD RIGHT RIGHT NOW. Rats. I hate it, but i cant live without it. Its a love/hate relationship and it is a major irritant not to mention an OBSTACLE to my becoming a more focused, productive human being, er, PIG. FUCK !I also have a very excellent photographic memory , so THAT coupled with my attention-deficit disorder, VERY rapid short attention span plus a SUPER low-boredom -threshold in general ..equals one obsessed fickleminded hard to please TYPESET SLUT! You can just imagine the suffering i go through when it comes to deciding/using/reusing a particular font for my projects/documents. An example. I was sorta liking this handwritten font called pjscript or something like that, similar to Dear John et al but not as pointy and a little neater. BUT when i was reading a particular issue of ___ magazine and came across said scriptfont on one of the TITLE layouts of an editorial, i immediately scrapped the idea of using it, and now i cringe when i come across it.What an effective brain mapping strategy huh????? Association with unpleasant memories. Hah! cant look at it now without thinking of that magazine (where i incidentally used to maintain a column !) and my former BITCH~! editor, who incidentally had me fired due to ...nevermind. LOL. But i digress.
Fuckit.And what may this entrys higher calling be ? Well, I think it made me realize what my REAL purpose is in THIS lifetime.
Ergo..to twiddle time away doing nice aesthetic little useless chores such as sharpening all my colored pencils prior to creating a piece of art on canvas(which by the time im done sharpening, my inspiration to create is gone and so my ever-so-ACTIVE brain in a snap is gone-a-lookin for another A.L.U.T. (aeshtetic little useless thing) to do while it ponders how to go about doing the next REAL IMPORTANT thing that I was supposed to be doing an hour ago. Or maybe ten years ago. Ya gettin my drift so far? Rats!
So i therefore conclude, that I was put here on this earth to pay homage to the details, those nitty gritty little bastards we love and loathe. Take note....one detail is akin to a PROJECT or an accomplishment . An example: Instead of drafting a fabulous essay that could be published in a magazine showcasing my overflowing talent and creativity,it is not to happen. Because my purpose is really to fine tune and test ALL the 2500 ++ fonts on my system in the process of preparing to write and layout the article. Of course, by the time i make up my mind about what goddamn font to use this time ....the article isnt even needed anymore. IT never was asked for, and it never even was supposed to exist. The FONT is the be all and end all of my creative existence in my own little sick world! End product be damned, I am a SAN SERIF SLUT! Wahh!
WHat you have just read ,dear lurker, is an obsessed rant trying to pass itself off as an existentialist procrastination dilemmna.. And they say God is in the details...but my details dont deserve a God.
8(

If only I could find my perfect 3.0 purple pilot techpen and my favorite mead notebook ...oh wait.