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font of all wisdom
Friday, 12 December 2008 10:16 amI've just remembered the really important aspect of Quantum of Solace which I omitted from my previous review. Things I Enjoyed: the efforts of the pervy font-fancier they'd unleashed on all the location titles. They were weird and appropriate enough font choices to make me giggle every time they flashed on the screen, no doubt to the confusion of my neighbours. This revelation brought to you courtesy of two days spent formatting orientation handouts with lame attempts at upbeat! informal! user-friendly! fonts, which will probably be justly scorned by all right-thinking freshers, but hey. I tried.
Last night I dreamed that I was in the bedroom I occupied as a teenager, watching the ghost of my late, lamented cat Fish, fat, glossy and purring, bouncing around and chasing the droves of madly brightly-coloured giant tree frogs who were climbing over the windowsill intent on something - possibly robbery? When I picked her she was remarkably warm and solid for a ghost and tried to bite me with her usual absence of malice. Later I looked for a Christmas present for the Evil Landlord in the dodgy new-agey shop of a troupe of fire performers (the stage was festooned with copper pipes which apparently sprayed petrol). I'm not sure if I ever bought him anything. Probably just as well.
In other news, Treefrog is a font. My subconscious appears to be unusually coherent, for a given value of "coherent".
p.s. He's a superhumanly strong day-dreaming ex-con who knows the secret of the alien invasion. She's a scantily clad bisexual traffic cop with an evil twin sister. They fight crime!
Last night I dreamed that I was in the bedroom I occupied as a teenager, watching the ghost of my late, lamented cat Fish, fat, glossy and purring, bouncing around and chasing the droves of madly brightly-coloured giant tree frogs who were climbing over the windowsill intent on something - possibly robbery? When I picked her she was remarkably warm and solid for a ghost and tried to bite me with her usual absence of malice. Later I looked for a Christmas present for the Evil Landlord in the dodgy new-agey shop of a troupe of fire performers (the stage was festooned with copper pipes which apparently sprayed petrol). I'm not sure if I ever bought him anything. Probably just as well.
In other news, Treefrog is a font. My subconscious appears to be unusually coherent, for a given value of "coherent".
p.s. He's a superhumanly strong day-dreaming ex-con who knows the secret of the alien invasion. She's a scantily clad bisexual traffic cop with an evil twin sister. They fight crime!
