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Movie Quotes!

I love these posters almost as much as I love movie quotes.

Almost.

Katie, have you seen Goonies yet?

(see all the posters by Jerod Gibson here.)

Attn Blogfwends: use this for reference when my time comes.

Peter Saville designed this beautiful gravestone for Tony Wilson. Wilson was the creator of Factory Records which put out some bands like Joy Division and New Order, which Saville designed most of the album covers for. Anyways, beautiful.

via Creative Review

Comic Sans Strikes Back

via McSweeney’s. Duh.

I’M COMIC SANS, ASSHOLE.

By: Mike Lacher (mike@mikelacher.com)

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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.

You don’t like that your coworker used me on that note about stealing her yogurt from the break room fridge? You don’t like that I’m all over your sister-in-law’s blog? You don’t like that I’m on the sign for that new Thai place? You think I’m pedestrian and tacky? Guess the fuck what, Picasso. We don’t all have seventy-three weights of stick-up-my-ass Helvetica sitting on our seventeen-inch MacBook Pros. Sorry the entire world can’t all be done in stark Eurotrash Swiss type. Sorry some people like to have fun. Sorry I’m standing in the way of your minimalist Bauhaus-esque fascist snoozefest. Maybe sometime you should take off your black turtleneck, stop compulsively adjusting your Tumblr theme, and lighten the fuck up for once.

People love me. Why? Because I’m fun. I’m the life of the party. I bring levity to any situation. Need to soften the blow of a harsh message about restroom etiquette? SLAM. There I am. Need to spice up the directions to your graduation party? WHAM. There again. Need to convey your fun-loving, approachable nature on your business’ website? SMACK. Like daffodils in motherfucking spring.

When people need to kick back, have fun, and party, I will be there, unlike your pathetic fonts. While Gotham is at the science fair, I’m banging the prom queen behind the woodshop. While Avenir is practicing the clarinet, I’m shredding Reign In Blood on my double-necked Stratocaster. While Unviers is refilling his allergy prescriptions, I’m racing my tricked-out, nitrous-laden Honda Civic against Tokyo gangsters who’ll kill me if I don’t cross the finish line first. I am a sans serif Superman and my only kryptonite is pretentious buzzkills like you.

It doesn’t even matter what you think. You know why, jagoff? Cause I’m famous. I am on every major operating system since Microsoft fucking Bob. I’m in your signs. I’m in your browsers. I’m in your instant messengers. I’m not just a font. I am a force of motherfucking nature and I will not rest until every uptight armchair typographer cock-hat like you is surrounded by my lovable, comic-book inspired, sans-serif badassery.

Enough of this bullshit. I’m gonna go get hammered with Papyrus.

go to McSweeney’s.

Typography For Lawyers

Behind the NYTimes Magazine redesign

This past summer, the New York Times Magazine got a beautiful redesign by Design Director Arem Duplessis and his staff. For me, I think I really noticed it’s beauty in issue on the First Marriage, as well as the Screens Issue (Megan Fox on the cover). If you’ve got time today, read through this wonderful and succinct Q & A with Duplessis. Some goodies:

These are the covers Arem feels were most successful thus far in the redesign.

New typefaces for the magazine: Lyon for body copy, Nyte for serif display, and Knockout for pretty much everything else.

It’s a great read to understand the strategy and limitations in the redesign, as well as to understand the before and after transformations of each of the sections. After focusing on more digital design lately, it’s nice to read a carefully crafted and explained article about Arem’s approach to upgrading an already fantastic piece of print.

Via SPD

A bearded “Poker Face” parody.

One day, I will stop posting nerdy stuff.

The lead “singer” is totally pulling a Froshcourt (freshmen year Courtney Nader) with all those watches on each arm.

Type-sensitivity is like an allergy.

Here’s an article* on typographic use in everyday life from nytimes.com …and how it annoys us asshole designers.

*thank you, Lindsay Kunkel.

pleaseletmedesign

Some nice pieces from this graphic design team from Belgium. The CD packaging makes me miss package design. Sigh.

I Heart NY on Roids.

Love this wild I LOVE NY poster by Oded Ezer, master of inventive Hebrew lettering, as an homage to Ol’ Milt. (Definitely check out Ezer’s site and watch the quick slideshow of his work. Glorious.)