Category Archives: wtf

I’m Comic Sans, Asshole.

Comic_Sans1I’ve take a look at this boisterous font before, and damned if the thing hasn’t taken a look back at me. I still think we ought to back away slowly.

McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: I’m Comic Sans, Asshole

Listen up. I know the shit you’ve been saying behind my back. You think I’m stupid. You think I’m immature. You think I’m a malformed, pathetic excuse for a font. Well think again, nerdhole, because I’m Comic Sans, and I’m the best thing to happen to typography since Johannes fucking Gutenberg.

Read the rest. If you dare.

To moms everywhere

Thank you!

aardvark mom

Because being a mom is aard vark.

Easter eggs on the edges

We’re all used to the idea of easter eggs in games, spots where something hidden and unexpected turns up. The trick is a lot older than we thought.


Now I have to go flip pages in every old book on my shelf, just to see if  anything amazing lurks on the very edge of each sheet. I’m not really hopeful; not a lot of my library is that old. The technique dates back to around 1650, but I think we’re looking at nineteenth century examples here.

Some books even have one picture on the forward edge and another on the rear edge. In this instance, I will concede that a print book really does have it over an ebook, and that it’s not just about the words.

And I think I might have found it already if anything in my collection was as amazing as this:


Link to more information at the Meta Picture, and thanks to the Passive Voice for bringing it to my attention.

Trompe l’oeil books


Created on seven walls of Ustroń Public Library, Poland, and taking over 500 square meters, the mural shows the interiors of the Trinity College Library in Dublin.

Two of my favorite things at once: optical illusions and books!


loopsThis doesn’t look like the face of a fatal addiction, does it? But my hands are cramped, my mouth is drawn back into a rictus grin, and I hear myself thinking, just one more… Twenty minutes later, just one more…

I can go years at a time without playing a computer game. Or I could.  Oh, this all started innocently enough.

Youngerson and I were sitting in the DMV, waiting to get his learner’s permit (Mistake one, right?)  He’s playing some game on his phone I’ve never seen, so I ask. He explains the basics and suggests installing it on mine so that he can have his own back. (The wild eyes should have clued me in that here be crack.)

I connected the dots with a fingertip. (Read I took the first hit.) And I’ve been doing it ever since. Even getting good at it intermittently. The game rewards you for doing well, and punishes you for not using its resources wisely. (Yes, that term is relative, but when your chain is missing a possible dot on either end because you set your finger down in the wrong spot, you get crap dots for a while.) It chimes a little tune, which gets louder when you do well, and you find yourself want to please it, to get that little sequence that means you closed a loop, or maybe two.

I woke up this morning with an afterimage of the dots filling my field of vision. I’d tried using the dinosaur icons, but discovered that I didn’t like the screen that way. The dinosaurs cost me 2000 tokes. I mean tokens. I could buy a lot of poppers for 2000 tokens. Yeah, I could pop the pesky dots that interfere.

(You thought something else entirely, didn’t you. Confess.)

The real issue, in retrospect, is that I had 2000 tokens, earned 18 or 19 or 50 or 60 at a time, to spend on different icons. And I didn’t like them. But wait, the little fruit figures are cute, and only 2000 tokens. Excuse me, it’ll only take me another 15-20 minutes to get the rest of the tokens I need…

You can find it here, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.