friday joke
This one is from Jimmy Carr, stop me if you heard it before. There is a remote tribe that worships the number zero, is nothing sacred? And from Stephen Wright, How young can you die from old age?
nails
I remember checking this guys site out a few years ago after seeing a music video he did the animation for. Definitely the weirdest Flash designer in the world. What’s weirder is how much time you can spend seeing what will happen with your next click. Be warned, the guy is a bit … well, dark.
what is beautiful?
I came across this interesting book the other day, I liked the period typography and the spot illustrations inside were really cute. What really got me was the condition of the book. This book must have educated about a thousand kids looking at it’s taped and torn pages. There are hand notations inside that are in many different hands, and it still hasn’t outlived it’s usefulness yet. It’s publication date is 1936, not in bad shape for a seventy-four year old.
friday joke
I love jokes, no, REALLY love jokes. Years ago I started a file of all the jokes friends have sent me or told me—well not all—but as many as I can compile. Here’s a couple of short ones that someone sent me—attributed to a survey of jokes by Laughlab and the British Association for the Advancement of Science:
A guy phones the hospital and is screaming “You’ve got to send help, My wife’s in labour!’ The nurse says “Calm down, Is this her first child?” He replies “No, this is her HUSBAND!”
Two hunters from New Jersey are out in the woods when one of them falls to the ground. He doesn’t seem to be breathing. The other whips out his mobile phone and calls the emergency services. He gasps out to the operator: “My friend is dead. What can I do?”
The operator in a calm soothing voice says “Just take it easy. First let’s make sure he’s dead.”
There is a silence, then a shot is heard. The guy’s voice comes back on the line. He says: “OK, now what?”
sketchbook
I’d love to say my sketchbooks are always with me, but that’s not the case. It seems like whenever I get a great idea for a drawing, my sketchbook is nowhere close. I think it purposely avoids me. I heard that DaVinci had his tied around his waist with a red rope, and was seen with it so much, he was known as the man with the red rope. Try that nowadays and you’d be explaining yourself to a a magistrate. Every now and then I get to spend some time in my sketchbook, and get lost in it for awhile.
