My god, I thought *I* had insane customers
A woman, denied satisfaction in the preparation of her order at Burger King, calls 911. (.wma file)
Blorgle.
A woman, denied satisfaction in the preparation of her order at Burger King, calls 911. (.wma file)
Blorgle.
I’ve got my prints. I’ve got the matting supplies. I just have no idea where I’m going to *store* everything. As a way to avoid the possibly inevitable re-organizing of all the closets, I have begun mounting over two hundred individual prints. I need more hours in the stinking day.
Being a graphic designer and doing one’s own business identity kit is odd. I am proofing stuff out to… myself. For real this time. Please pay no attention to the sound of my knees knocking together.