I wonder where the La Leche League stands on this.
The course of history is irrevocably changed when little Stevie Jobs finds more than ladies underwear ads in the Sears catalog.
From that point on, no one would ever believe Aunt Jemima's claim that she never inhaled.
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I’m fairly certain this needs no explanation.
Please make it stop.
This travesty was brought to my attention by Phil West of Luminaria Media & Public Relations, via Roy Bragg.
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This evil squirrel finally gets his due. Mwah-ha-ha…
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If you can’t view the video above, check out this kamikaze squirrel on YouTube.
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Apparently Cousin Larry confused Autoshop with Photoshop in the course catalog.
Hello and welcome to this week’s special edition of “WTF Wednesday.” What a treat we have for you today!
As the saying goes, “I wasn’t born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could.” One of the many charms of this great state is how polite folks can be—even when they’re insulting you to your face. It is in this spirit that I present to you a new feature we like to call, “Well, Bless Your Heart.”
And what better way to kick off this inaugural edition than with our favorite state symbol: the Redneck. Enjoy!
The sign below is a nice example of descriptive, clear messaging without a lot of extraneous details. (They really mean it when they say “General” Store.)
Even husseys deserve a fun weekend once in a while.
The following photo was taken by my friend, Jen Cunningham. She’s an artist who really appreciates good design.
You gotta respect a man so certain of his own identity, bless his heart.
The next image is a brilliant example of reverse psychology. For years, political strategists will attempt to emulate this man’s tactics:
Tommy's ambitious first foray into the political arena is fraught with challenges, but no one can accuse him of being an elitist Ivy Leaguer.
Here’s a submission from one of my favorite contributors, David Ingram, proving yet again that “Necessity is the mentally-unstable father of invention.”
Clear Message + Creativity + Lives with Mom = Pure Genius
So that’s all for this week’s special edition of “WTF Wednesday.”
Bless your heart!
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They say a picture is worth a thousand words, which is a good thing, because I forgot to write today’s post. So, without further ado, I give you “Wordless WTF Wednesday.”
This way to the bowels of hell.
Convenient erection parking
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Okay folks, this one’s going to annoy some of you… You must stop double spacing after periods. Period.
The practice of putting two spaces at the end of a sentence is a throwback to the days of the typewriter. For those of you born after 1975, this is a typewriter:
No, this is not an alien communication station; unless you consider anyone born before MTV an alien, which is understandable.
Most of us over a certain age were taught to type before the days of computers. Back then there wasn’t an easy way to adjust spacing between letters, and every letter had the same amount of space on either side. For example, the letter w would have the same spacing as the letter i, which is wack. This is referred to as monospaced type. The extra space at the end of a sentence was used to visually signal a pause.
Most of today’s typefaces are designed with each letter’s spacing proportional to its shape. Therefore, that extra space after a sentence is not only unnecessary—it’s kinda fugly as well. Case in point: Courier is a monospaced typeface.
These extra spaces are particularly evident when you’re reading a paragraph or more. Once you become aware of it, you’ll start seeing them everywhere. Sentence after sentence of double spacing will stand out like little rows of hillbilly teeth.
Check it out:
“Hi. I am a paragraph of text with double spacing after periods. Am I a bit overdressed? Do these spaces make me look fat? I wonder if anyone notices my extra spaces. I know neurotic graphic designers do. Do they even count though?”
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