Pantomonium
Ok, so now I’m sure all of my art director/designer counterparts already knew this, and the rest of you may not be impressed by this tidbit, but did you know Pantone makes house paints?
In the print production universe, a Pantone color book is the equivalent of the Bible. And now, I can hardly contain my excitement, Pantone has also given us mere mortals a colorful universal law called Colorstrology. It’s apparently ruled not by the positions of the planets, sun and moon, but more accurately, your X and Y coordinates and whether you’re born under a matte or a glossy house.
Here’s what Colorstrology has to say about my personal Pantone color:
September color: Baja Blue, Pantone 18-3946
Word association:
Divine (Divine, people! Are you listening to this?!)
Discerning
Artistic
Sept. 3 color: Grapeade, Pantone 18-3211
Word association:
Resourceful
Talented
Playful
In a nutshell: I’m resourceful, I appear playful and easygoing, but take my interests seriously. Like, don’t make fun of my shite, yo. You mess with the bull, you get the horns, mmmkay? People find me attractive and charismatic. *cough* Grapeade calms my nervous system, which explains my propensity to fret, as I never wear this color. And apparently wearing or surrounding myself with Grapeade will connect me to others in a healthy and harmonious manner. Friends, sorry for all the unhealthy, toxic and disruptive meetings as of late, I shall up the Grapeade ratio in my wardrobe, and all should be corrected soon. Also, I have an inexplicable love of purple Nehi.
What’s your Pantone?
Dems in da house
If that’s not the headline on the front of the Sun Times this morning, I will be highly disappointed. Nevertheless, it’s a small victory worth celebrating.
In other news, I’m having a problem at work today. It’s called I Just Want To Read My Harry Potter Book, Damnit. Is this treatable?
When did I become such a Harry Potter freak? I resisted the hype for at least a couple of years, chalking the whole phenomenon up to just that. Hype. Well, color me a nice shade of Sirius Black, because I am in way over my head now. Book Four is thicker than a bible, and I am hauling it willingly, even joyously, to and from work. I don’t even want to talk about the hand cramps I am enduring just trying to keep the thing pryed open. How did people even lift it in hardback? But I must carry on, because I need to unravel the mystery of who put Harry’s name into the Goblet of Fire and why! Perhaps if I keep reading, the mystery of how I came to find an unopened bar of fancy soap inbetween the cushions of the sofa this morning. The most mind boggling part not being that there was soap in the sofa, but that I had let a fancy soap (one of my needs in life) go missing.
are u ready for some kneeball?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNIW9-qhFe4
Oh, the places the mind goes
When you’re half asleep and on NPR they keep saying things like:
“This voting year, they have more officials than ever working the poles.”
It was at that point Catherine Willows, LVPD, entered my morning reverie.
You can blame the spelling mistake on my demented 3 lb. brain (a new fact I learned this weekend, unsurprisingly, from the ever-biologically knowledgeable, KP).
Also, a gentle reminder to vote, fellow citizens.
When I own my own company
In addition to Summer Fridays, I am going to institute Winter Mondays.
