by Standard Publishing.

Heino Engel’s Tragsysteme (ISBN: 9783775718769)
Has everything someone like me needs. Rigorous modernist design, letraset hand-style fonts and retro-futuristic, hand-drawn wireframe stuctures.
http://www.abebooks.co.uk/book-search/title/tragsysteme/author/heino-engel/sortby/3/

The gorse is out behind Glencanisp: Mandy Haggith and Jennifer Teets

The hill is a blaze of rapefield yellow,

formica kitchen table yellow,

angry bawling teenage drumkit yellow

though honey biscuit sweet

with pale primroses at its feet

a demure cuckoo across the glen

and dandelions and tormentils below

all yellow, yellow, yellow.

Poem written by Mandy Haggith
Images from Jennifer Teet’s performance at Blondeau, last Friday.

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Adam Sjoblom, Seabloom’s, 2008, Cederteg Publishing.

Force et Courage, unsigned, undated.

My best italian friend’s name is Leo (careful to pronounce it Lay-Oh, not Lee-Ho). Anyway.

I’m Comic Sans,

BY MIKE LACHER

Listen up. I know the shit you’ve been saying behind my back. You think I’m stupid. You think I’m immature. You think I’m a malformed, pathetic excuse for a font. Well think again, nerdhole, because I’m Comic Sans, and I’m the best thing to happen to typography since Johannes fucking Gutenberg.

You don’t like that your coworker used me on that note about stealing her yogurt from the break room fridge? You don’t like that I’m all over your sister-in-law’s blog? You don’t like that I’m on the sign for that new Thai place? You think I’m pedestrian and tacky? Guess the fuck what, Picasso. We don’t all have seventy-three weights of stick-up-my-ass Helvetica sitting on our seventeen-inch MacBook Pros. Sorry the entire world can’t all be done in stark Eurotrash Swiss type. Sorry some people like to have fun. Sorry I’m standing in the way of your minimalist Bauhaus-esque fascist snoozefest. Maybe sometime you should take off your black turtleneck, stop compulsively adjusting your Tumblr theme, and lighten the fuck up for once.

People love me. Why? Because I’m fun. I’m the life of the party. I bring levity to any situation. Need to soften the blow of a harsh message about restroom etiquette? SLAM. There I am. Need to spice up the directions to your graduation party? WHAM. There again. Need to convey your fun-loving, approachable nature on your business’ website? SMACK. Like daffodils in motherfucking spring.

When people need to kick back, have fun, and party, I will be there, unlike your pathetic fonts. While Gotham is at the science fair, I’m banging the prom queen behind the woodshop. While Avenir is practicing the clarinet, I’m shredding “Reign In Blood” on my double-necked Stratocaster. While Univers is refilling his allergy prescriptions, I’m racing my tricked-out, nitrous-laden Honda Civic against Tokyo gangsters who’ll kill me if I don’t cross the finish line first. I am a sans serif Superman and my only kryptonite is pretentious buzzkills like you.

It doesn’t even matter what you think. You know why, jagoff? Cause I’m famous. I am on every major operating system since Microsoft fucking Bob. I’m in your signs. I’m in your browsers. I’m in your instant messengers. I’m not just a font. I am a force of motherfucking nature and I will not rest until every uptight armchair typographer cock-hat like you is surrounded by my lovable, comic-book inspired, sans-serif badassery.

Enough of this bullshit. I’m gonna go get hammered with Papyrus.