The .gif that keeps on giving.
Memorandom. Could be a collection of random memos. Or random statements. Either way, quite fun.
This writing more than 140 characters thing is new. I am not too sure how I feel about it. It is almost liberating. Almost. The parameters have widened, but at the same time decisions have to be crafted carefully as to not fill the void with bullshit.
This is why I have respect for true, honest to grit copywriters. However, competent designers should fully understand how to dance between words and image. Quick, quick, slow. Quick, quick, slow…
Some days I feel like I spend too much time making out with old familiar tricks under the bleachers and not enough time learning how to break it down on the high school gym floor at the big dance.
This is what this space is for. To fill my dance card, to scuff my shoes, to fall on my ass in public view. Dancing in front of a mirror in my bedroom is no fun anyways.
Disintegrating Death Star Deodorizer.
As you relieve yourself on the Death Star is disintegrates and deodorizes the restroom with the fresh scent of citrus. And victory. When fully disintegrated, it is time to replace.
I was digging though my digital trash and found that I had started this tumblr back in 2009. With a whopping 2 posts. So hell, I already have a corner of the internet set up to post, react, fail, and try new things in so might as well dive in. Banana peels and all.