Meet Me in Santa Loowis
Just a little something I’m working on for Loose Id. I just realized the shadow might be in the wrong place, but oh, well. The versions I sent as final don’t have the shadow. Share this post:
Just a little something I’m working on for Loose Id. I just realized the shadow might be in the wrong place, but oh, well. The versions I sent as final don’t have the shadow. Share this post:
When I first started doing book covers, I wondered aloud to H.E. why anyone would use stock photos. “I,” said yours truly, scoffing, “would create everything from scratch.” I’d be flipping through stock photo catalogs while saying this, of course, because that’s what would trigger it. I’d look through those catalogs—sent to me at work because, hey, I’m a graphic designer—and I’d feel so ultimately superior to anyone who actually bought from those catalogs. H.E. knowingly bit his tongue. He…
Traditionally, Thanksgiving weekend is the official start of the holidays. That’s when you see Christmas “stuff” sold in stores, advertised in magazines, and mentioned on TV and in radio. But every year, it seems as if they keep moving Thanksgiving weekend, the official start of the holidays, closer and closer to July. Well, H.E. and I are already prepared for Christmas 2005. No, let me rephrase that. HE is. He already gave me my Christmas 2004 present two weeks ago—an…
There’s a story I want to tell in all its glory, a perfect Kodak Moment that should be the one by which all other Kodak Moments are judged. It happened some weeks ago, and it involves a humiliating situation in a very public place—pants falling, alarms going off, you know, that sort of Kodak moment. The thing is, I don’t really feel free to tell that story because it involves someone else, and for their sake I’d rather not share…
H.E.: The hometown in Wales where Catherine Zeta-Jones is from? It’s called Mumbles. Me: Mumbles, Wales? H.E.: Yep. Mumbles, Wales and spits pirates. Share this post: