Gross

I hate most wedding announcements. They are boring, fake, nothing elegant, not original and most likely use that font called, wait for it, Papyrus. Oh how this world can do with out. But, this post is about how something can have a million plus dollars spent on it, yet that gross creepy typeface will sneak in to ruin everything. PapyrusWatch.com is where you can report your findings. Kind of like the people of WalMart site, and how we must make fun of them, I as a person who cares what font some one uses will make fun of Papyrus. woof.

But, it gets better. Avatar, yes you've prolly seen it, but i haven't. But guess what, Papyrus made it into the movie. Double woof. Anyways here is a letter of thanks from Papyrus to Avatar/Mr. James Cameron.

Dear Mr. Cameron,

A letter such as this can hardly do justice to the overwhelming gratitude I’m hoping to express herein. Your most recent film, Avatar, has finally legitimized my work in a way I’ve only ever dreamed of.

Goodness knows I’ve worked hard the past 26 years to make a name for myself. And it’s felt great coming to the aid of New Age spa owners, suburban party planners, and young couples looking to save money by making their own wedding invitations. But only now, by appearing in your movie, have I been given mainstream, high-level recognition as a serious typeface. And for that, I thank you.

Imagine my delight so many months ago at seeing the trailers and posters for this, your much anticipated return to science fiction movie making. To see the title AVATAR (all caps!) typeset in yours truly. Well, I practically wept. And to be rendered in such an artificial luminescent way... finally, in the hands of a true visionary such as yourself, my potential to look totally badass had been realized.



Little did I know that that was only the tip of the iceberg (no Titanic reference intended!). After seeing the finished film (in Imax 3D of course), I can easily say it is the greatest movie ever made! To think, among your many bold choices as a filmmaker—soldiers who fly helicopters despite mastering interstellar travel; inexplicable floating mountains; and humans still petty enough to commit genocide in order to acquire precious minerals such as the very cleverly named unobtainium—that I would be one of them. Kudos to you for not spending a single cent of your massive budget on an expensive, attractive font for the subtitles, and opting to put me to the task instead.


Shockingly, as if you hadn’t already done enough for me, when the title card appeared at the end of the picture, there I was again! Chills, I tell you, chills. I hardly have words, even now, to describe my sheer admiration for this final master stroke: glowing, green letters filling every inch of the screen. A lesser director man might have settled at filling the screen left to right, but not you. You saw me, in my humble proportions, and said No, not big enough. Undoubtedly, a few mouse-clicks later, your most talented technician had me soaring to new cap-heights. Let me never come back down.

Thank you Mr. Cameron, thank you!


Yours in friendship and wanton servitude,



Letter from Pr*ttySh*ttydesign

kbye.
Don't use Papyrus and we can become/still be friends.