A certain web designer at The Phuse put on his science hat and came up with an altered Taxonomy for his gazillion fonts. It is ambitious. I helped him to fine tune the article, to fix a few grammar issues, but the man knows his typefaces. The article is beautifully rendered, which alone makes it worth viewing, but there’s also a little giveaway contest included, so head over to check it out and win yourself a prize.
Here’s a fun fact.
My dentist told me that flossing your teeth is the oral equivalent to wiping your ass. Then he described, with liberal hand gestures, the terrible things that happen when they have to surgically remove your sphincter; and the necessity for colostomy bags, despite their frightful malfunctions.
We really bonded.
Here’s the scoop on Banksy at Sundance. The world renowned film festival is “getting back to it’s roots” this year. I’ve always been a fan of Banksy’s work and I’m sure his film won’t disappoint.
If you’ve never heard of Banksy, he is often referred to as a “guerilla street artist.” Here is a related Banksy narrative at Esquire from a few years back. Esquire always does the most wonderful investigative journalism narratives, and this one reinforces the idea of the anonymous artist that is Banksy in an endearing and somewhat informative fashion:
When I exited the bookstore, a backpack-wearing kid with baggy pants, a Krylon-paint T-shirt, and headphones walked past me. On the back of his backpack was the graffiti tag PEACE NOT WAR. I approached him and asked him if he knew Banksy, and with a smile he said, “Everybody knows Banksy, but nobody knows Banksy.”
Update: Banksy rocks Sundance. No surprise there!
No one sells Dr. Pepper. Not restaurants, not gas stations. You can’t even get it in the checkout line at the grocery store where they have individual cans of everything from Ginger Ale to Cherry Pepsi. They still make Cherry Pepsi? Who drinks that anymore? The fridge full of Pepsi products is missing the best one, the only one worth drinking: Dr. Pepper.
With the exception of Texas, of course. In Texas you find Dr. Pepper as readily as crack cocaine in Compton, because it’s made there. You can even get these little glass bottles that they call Dublin Dr. Pepper (see, Dr. P was invented in Dublin, TX): the original recipe. They make it with cane sugar. But you can only get those in Texas. And in the rest of the world? Forget about it. I buy Arizona Iced Tea instead, because, apparently, only Texans have good taste in soda.
And yes, I said soda. Not pop, or coke, or cola. It’s soda. Deal with it.