Well, was sick last week. ALLLLLLL last week. Not just one day but the whole dang week. Starting out this one the same way too, but it is not nearly as bad. The oppressive fever has finally broke, I think, and as of this morning, I actually can put more than two sentences together without needing a nap. Still feel like I am dragging around a legless rhinocerous tethered to my ass (fat jokes aside, please), but hey, at least the brain is functioning again. Somewhat. Enjoy my virus-y ramblings : )
Ks.
Two things I wanna talk about - Jezebel.com and the Royal Wedding invite.
1. Jezebel
Aesthetically, this website just about sucks harder than any other one out there. I get that they are trying to be "mobile" friendly, but it is horrendous. If you google jezebel, the link does not take you to their "classic" view, but to this m.jezebel.com mobile version. Even as a mobile version goes, it is butt oooogly. Awful baby blue background. 1994-esque hierarchy. Little to no text formatting. Awwwwful. Which is an absolute crime, because a poor user experience and aesthetics this abysmal are bound to turn people away. They almost turned me away. But then, I would have missed out on all the great content the site has to offer.
Jezebel is known for being anti-photoshop in the magazine industry. They are known for defending the rights of "normal" people in the fashion industry. They comment brilliantly on pop culture. They contemplate the human experience and don't shy from clever sarcasm. But I think the true gem of this site is the group of commenters. I love reading the comments. Hilariously witty (most of them), these comments keep me coming back. For a snarky girl like me, it is like slipping into nice warm bathwater. Ahhhh.....: ) And the amazing thing is, so far I have not seen any of that mean and vicious "Poster#1: That's a stupid comment Poster#2: Oh yeah, well...that's what Hitler would have said" flame wars that every other comment section seems to dissolve into. But, maybe I'm just not reading the right topics.
The comments make smile. Especially the one by "ZoetheBitch" @ 7:47AM in response to the link below.
2. The Royal Wedding Invitation
Saw this post this morning:
See the royal wedding invitation that isn't waiting in your mailbox
I am already sick to death of hearing about the royal wedding. And yes, I am
that oooold that I remember being a little girl and getting up with my mom at like way-the-heck-too-early and sitting around our little TV with the antennae and <*gasp*> remoteless channel dial (in those days,
I was the remote control) to watch Prince Charles marry Lady Diana Spencer live on TV. I decided then and there that when I got married, I too wanted a train as long as a city block and a mob of little girls I barely knew to carry it behind me. Alas, when that day came, I had no mob of little girls, and even though the train didn't end up being that long, it
was kickass, if I say so myself.
But I digress. Now that I am a (*ahem*) wisened adult now, I can see past all of the pretty dresses and dreamy princes (well, at least William is sort-of dreamy) and think - why? Why is this even relevant anymore? Why all of this pomp and circumstance for a family that essentially is a figure head? And it makes even less sense for us in America to be all swoony over it. Isn't this monarchy stuff the exact reason my ancestors left England in the first place?
But again, I digress. Damn virus.
But as a designer, I was very interested to see the royal wedding invitation. I thought, these are Royals. Palaces. Crown jewels. Polo ponies. This design was going to make me swoony, right? Umm...sadly, no. Aside from the gold monogram at the top, it looks like Prince Chuckles kicked back with a cup tea and a copy of Microsoft Powerpoint, downloaded a photo of the kids from TMZ.com (I mean, who in the free world hasn't seen that engagement photo by now??), slapped together an invite and sent it off to Kinkos. BORING!
I think I was expecting something more elaborate and elegant. Hand calligraphered, maybe, sealed with an elegant wax stamp. Or a scroll, carried to the recipient by carrier pidgeon. Or whatever. Anything! I mean, how incredible would it be to attend this wedding?! Well...if you're into that sort of thing. Shouldn't the invitation be some kind of reflection of that? A sneak peek into the amazingly elegant and wonderous affair that will occur? Instead, looking at that invite makes me just wanna go back to bed.
Damn virus.