Greetings. I am not dead. The most recent attempt on my life has failed.
It was clever plot. A mere hundred feet after my exit onto the 405 the SUV ahead of me pulled to the left, revealing a two-car construction truck stopped just ahead. Unable to switch lanes, I slammed the breaks on my trusty Civic and avoided a collision. The accomplice in the car behind me chickened-out at the last moment, and slowed to a halt rather than drive me into the suspiciously placed blockade.
Had I been unable to stop in time, the last words I heard would have involved Microsoft certification issues on downloadable content for a Xbox game whose title I don't even know.
This was the second assassination I escaped today. Early in the afternoon, I found out the hard way that the office freezer was littered with tiny bits of glass. Thanks to the impromptu surgical skills of a brave administrative assistant, the glass was quickly removed from my fingers, allowing me to type this update for you today.
These events got me thinking. From this moment on, I will live life to the fullest. I've been in a rut for too long. As soon as this is posted, I'm going to download some new podcasts.
In site news, the accidental redesign has received one positive comment. Therefore, the blog will remain in its current state until I get an e-mail from someone who suffers from a medical condition which causes nosebleeds at the sight of green.
Showing posts with label font change. Show all posts
Showing posts with label font change. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Monday, December 04, 2006
This Doesn't Count As A Post
As you can tell, I have already embraced our new "Three times a week" schedule by delaying my latest missive. This continues to be the case.
In the meantime, on Dev's suggestion, I have been sponsored by the color blue. Sadly, we've already had one vote against my original choice of red, and a Doctor Forrester shade of green is too damn hard to read. (Also, by all rights it would belong to Narraptor.)
In the meantime, on Dev's suggestion, I have been sponsored by the color blue. Sadly, we've already had one vote against my original choice of red, and a Doctor Forrester shade of green is too damn hard to read. (Also, by all rights it would belong to Narraptor.)
Saturday, December 02, 2006
It Was Late And I Was Tired 2
Los Angeles - 15 Hours Later
See? I knew it would happen again! I am often tired when it is late.
I logged on to write about made-up e-mails and the best worst episode of Battlestar Galactica ever, but then I discovered we had actual comments. I will respond to them instead of making up my own.
As I suspected, people who know my secret identity (newspaper-delivering super scientist, guitar hero, Taiko drum master, and dance revolutionary Gopal Gothrap) check this site on an irregular basis. That's cool. I'll see what I can do with the tools to create a permanent mission statement that is easily accessible from the main page, but for now just know that we're switching to a "there will be three posts a week" schedule. Hopefully, those will readable on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Does that mean if you check in on Tuesday or Thursday you might get something before its street date? It depends what was on TV the night before and the time difference. Or perhaps things could go into overtime and we'll have six posts on Saturday. What's ultimately important is that you continue to check back when all hope is lost. I do the same thing with all my favorite sites and podcasts.
As for the colors and fonts, everything I've done is wrong for just one person. The first template was too bland, the second too hard to read, the new one too red to read. I'll keep fidgeting with it, but I doubt I'll be happy until I relearn how to format this sort of thing myself or hire someone to do it for us.
See? I knew it would happen again! I am often tired when it is late.
I logged on to write about made-up e-mails and the best worst episode of Battlestar Galactica ever, but then I discovered we had actual comments. I will respond to them instead of making up my own.
As I suspected, people who know my secret identity (newspaper-delivering super scientist, guitar hero, Taiko drum master, and dance revolutionary Gopal Gothrap) check this site on an irregular basis. That's cool. I'll see what I can do with the tools to create a permanent mission statement that is easily accessible from the main page, but for now just know that we're switching to a "there will be three posts a week" schedule. Hopefully, those will readable on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Does that mean if you check in on Tuesday or Thursday you might get something before its street date? It depends what was on TV the night before and the time difference. Or perhaps things could go into overtime and we'll have six posts on Saturday. What's ultimately important is that you continue to check back when all hope is lost. I do the same thing with all my favorite sites and podcasts.
As for the colors and fonts, everything I've done is wrong for just one person. The first template was too bland, the second too hard to read, the new one too red to read. I'll keep fidgeting with it, but I doubt I'll be happy until I relearn how to format this sort of thing myself or hire someone to do it for us.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
I'm Huge!
Let the enormity of our new choice of font enthrall you this Halloween!
If that doesn't work, perhaps my thoughts about C'thulhu's place in the world will.
There's little question that Cthulhu's a bit overdone, at least in the subcultures I dwell in. He's the default punchline of eldritch horror coming right at you, he's appeared in every webcomic, and you can now choose from a hundred different visages of C'thulhuy goodness to adorn the bookshelf where your toys now live. (Mine is in the terrifying form of a Beanie Baby.) Every four years, he begins his doomed run for the presidency with complementary t-shirts and bumper stickers. He's not quite recognized by the mainstream, but he also doesn't feel out of place there.
Meanwhile, the character of Nyarlathotep can crack jokes, wear the nice outfits, and passive-aggressively fuck with the other characters to no end. He's the too-cool sidekick that steals all the scenes, and he can still provide non-euclidian horror in one of a thousand forms. In any other series, this would end up as the character the audience identifies with, while the masters he slaves for are only vaguely recalled. Instead, oh, he's about the same, but to a much smaller extent than Cthulhu is. He's got only the one stuffed animal, almost no t-shirts, and I've never turned on a random cartoon to find him in a guest-starring role.
I don't know quite why this is. Perhaps it's because Call Of C'thulhu has been dubbed the quintessential Lovecraft story. Or perhaps it's because of the character design, which is one part squid, one part demon, and one part flabby guy. Then again, it's probably just that Nyarlathotep almost exclusively appeared in the stories in those The Rest Of Lovecraft volumes that are bought, read once, and quietly regretted.
Or it could all come down to the name. I had to copy Nyarlathotep's spelling from Wikipedia, and just hit the paste key whenever it came up in this post. When spelling C'thulhu, my only worry is whether to throw in a random apostrophe for flavor. There's a very low limit on how much gibberish a monster's name can contain and still be cool.
If that doesn't work, perhaps my thoughts about C'thulhu's place in the world will.
There's little question that Cthulhu's a bit overdone, at least in the subcultures I dwell in. He's the default punchline of eldritch horror coming right at you, he's appeared in every webcomic, and you can now choose from a hundred different visages of C'thulhuy goodness to adorn the bookshelf where your toys now live. (Mine is in the terrifying form of a Beanie Baby.) Every four years, he begins his doomed run for the presidency with complementary t-shirts and bumper stickers. He's not quite recognized by the mainstream, but he also doesn't feel out of place there.
Meanwhile, the character of Nyarlathotep can crack jokes, wear the nice outfits, and passive-aggressively fuck with the other characters to no end. He's the too-cool sidekick that steals all the scenes, and he can still provide non-euclidian horror in one of a thousand forms. In any other series, this would end up as the character the audience identifies with, while the masters he slaves for are only vaguely recalled. Instead, oh, he's about the same, but to a much smaller extent than Cthulhu is. He's got only the one stuffed animal, almost no t-shirts, and I've never turned on a random cartoon to find him in a guest-starring role.
I don't know quite why this is. Perhaps it's because Call Of C'thulhu has been dubbed the quintessential Lovecraft story. Or perhaps it's because of the character design, which is one part squid, one part demon, and one part flabby guy. Then again, it's probably just that Nyarlathotep almost exclusively appeared in the stories in those The Rest Of Lovecraft volumes that are bought, read once, and quietly regretted.
Or it could all come down to the name. I had to copy Nyarlathotep's spelling from Wikipedia, and just hit the paste key whenever it came up in this post. When spelling C'thulhu, my only worry is whether to throw in a random apostrophe for flavor. There's a very low limit on how much gibberish a monster's name can contain and still be cool.
Average Size For, You Know, White Text
My Pal Skipp (recently promoted from "That Guy Skipp," thanks to this suggestion) said he would like to read more of our blog, but it hurts his eyes. I hope he only meant that the text was a bit too small for his jaded peepers.
Cover one eye and tell me if you can read the following:
4 8 15 16 23 42
Personally, I like the look of Small Trebuchet, but I can deal with Arial Normal as it's the only constructive criticism we've received so far. I think the Halloween colors might be screwing with my eyes as well, and I'm open to suggestions on readable color combinations other than black text on an empty white plain of contentlessness.
(Edit: I have gone back and changed as many previous posts as I could to fit the current font scheme. Due to complications with the template, this did not always work, but the majority of articles posted previous to this installment are now readable.)
Cover one eye and tell me if you can read the following:
4 8 15 16 23 42
Personally, I like the look of Small Trebuchet, but I can deal with Arial Normal as it's the only constructive criticism we've received so far. I think the Halloween colors might be screwing with my eyes as well, and I'm open to suggestions on readable color combinations other than black text on an empty white plain of contentlessness.
(Edit: I have gone back and changed as many previous posts as I could to fit the current font scheme. Due to complications with the template, this did not always work, but the majority of articles posted previous to this installment are now readable.)
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