Good... And Good for You

the best thing about working where i do is all the free advice i get from seasoned graphic designers. wait, did i say "graphic designers"? i meant seasoned "pains in my neck". hehe... he. just kidding. i meant seasoned "people who put candy in 10 ounce bags". i get a lot of "that's ugly." and "why are you putting those colors together? that's ugly." and "why does this santa look like it's on crack? he's ugly." and a lot of "i don't like that"s. not exactly constructive, but that's fine. go ahead and speak your piece. and then please go away. i would like to respond to one semi-valid piece of advice, "why do all your icons look so tired and sad? you should make them smile." my response is no, no i should not force my icons to smile because when i cave in and try and cater to the "smiley" demographic, i end up with this... smiley.

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once, not long ago, this one batman movie came out. uuhhhm, the end. good story, right? these little high school girls were swooning over a certain christian bale the other day and i felt very strongly that no, no they do not love christian bale. they can not love christian bale because they don't know him like i and the women (yikes) of my generation (yikes x 2) know him. they did not sing along wholeheartedly to "santa fe" on their walkman. they didn't, as an 11 year old, watch "empire of the sun" also known as two and a half hours of world war 2 prison camps and john malkovich. and they didn't spend the last hour of "little women" screaming "idiot!" every time winona rider appeared on screen. they haven't logged the field time (gibberish?). go talk to your zac efron poster, girlies. him you can have. i now know how my mother felt when i watched "the sting" and thought i was in love with robert redford. i now know how...

just keepin' it really real here at ye olde candy factory. a few weeks ago my best friend go married, and it was lovely. i've tried to blog about it maybe 7 times and each time it has quickly degenerated into a full on deluge of sap. and we can't have that because while i accept that those sticky sweet layers are there (from my head to my feet) i prefer not to put them down in writing. i will tell you that i was preoccupied the whole weekend with what i had to do next. those layers are also very much there. i was way more preoccupied than "in the moment" which isn't to say i didn't have a good time, or even that i was stressed. i wasn't. i was preoccupied. it wasn't until i was actually on the plane, in the air, headed home, waiting for my free half of a beverage that i took a deep breath and let the hugeness of the weekend hit me. that is when i looked down at my bridesmaid's bouquet and thought, "she looked so beautiful"... and bu...

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about a month ago i was talking to my future husband who was visiting from boise (and i was also plugging my ears and rocking back and forth whenever the waiters at olive garden would sing their plucky birthday song to some poor, unsuspecting customer who just wanted some free cake already! cute-cutesy birthday songs are really high up on my soul-shuddery pet peeves list. ) about how much he misses me and how pretty i am and how living in montana for 3 years was a huge mistake due to montana being the lamest state ever invented. yes, that is how the conversation went. there was more to the conversation of course, like how i am mystified as to how people who are no longer in school meet, you know, other people. i've actually brought up this topic of conversation a lot with people in the last month because i have this feeling there's an obvious answer and i'm just not that smart . during this particular conversation, splincoln brought up his recent joining of the young pr...