And now...the subliminal messages your font choice sends (courtesy of Typocalypse, a Flickr set made by the guy whose parents knew he'd turn out to be either an evilgenius or some kind of font savant and named him accordingly: Lars Willem Veldkampf. I yearn to know more about this man: What is his story? What is he like? If I say his name three times, and my aim is true, will he appear and take me away to another time, another place? IS HIS HEART WHERE ALL THE FONTS LIVE?).
Ahem. I digress!
Haha! Fair. See, it's funny because it's mostly true, AND it's kind of mean AND it only sort of applies to me. ONE TIME does not a Jenson user make. Plus, I'm pretty sure that one time? It wasn't even my idea.
That is so deep. And here I thought Futura was just sent back to us from the ultra-mod future to mock us for our unfortunate dependance on serifs. Nope. Turns out, it was to spout confusing pop-poetry and speak for the airlines.
Boy, this Lars guy sure is hitting them where they live, ho ho! I wonder what he says about my favorite...WHAT! NOOOOO!
HEY. Too far, Lars Willem Veldkampf, TOO FAR. You've made a powerful enemy in me today. I will not forgive this slight so easily. Good day sir...I SAID GOOD DAY.
What? I take my fonts pretty seriously. Some may say "too" seriously. I would not call them wrong. This must be how Ren felt when he had to face Rev. Shaw and the whole town council to prove why dancing wasn't a sin. He was up against incredible odds...just like me and Garamond, and the hardships we face every day. Wow. I'm never gonna watch that movie the same way again!
Typocalypse. Go there. Feel judged. You're part of something wonderful.
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