The Manifesto That Ruined My Life
Well okay, really just my week, but even still.
What manifesto, you ask?
The First Things First Manifesto, that's what. Why is it that a manifesto always seems to involve horribly pinko-commie-like ideals? Rage against capitalism and corporations (all of them) coupled with mad dashes of feel-good social activism (I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that my own social causes would not be appreciated one little bit by one single signer of the manifesto). On the other hand, they've given me some fantastic ideas. bwahahaha!
So, as part of a design assignment I was to read, critique and comment on two fellow designer's critiques of the manifesto. At first it sounded like an OK manifesto (as far as manifestos go), but the deeper I dug ... the uglier it all became. What should have been a light week quickly became a headache! To exact my revenge, I turned the discussion forum critiques into a big (and equally ugly) debate (and then went to bed real quick). heh
Hey, if they're going to make us read that junk, formulate opinions and comment, may as well have a little fun.
One fellow student called for a boycott of all corporations everywhere, one attempted to convince that the manifesto only referred to the most dangerous products that harm (who did butt toner ever kill?) and still another lamented branding in general (because poor little children and teens can't always afford certain evil (aka successful) brands, graphic designers should all refuse to work on such projects). You have to wonder where the parents are in all of this "materialism taken to the extreme", huh? So of course I asked.(Our instructor took that particular discussion forum down from the online Blackboard and changed the subject fast enough after that).
Anywho, nothing but a bad dream now (and I have more important things to post).
Cat Blogging!!!
Below, you see the uber-teen's new kitty, Dante (the very first thing acquired for her very own apartment next spring). The thing is, she's just learned that she will only be permitted one pet and already has a cat! I'm not sure which cat I will keep for her, the one eyed Sugars (strangest animal on the planet, has nothing to do with the eye but that certainly doesn't help her case) or the insane Dante (who attacks me in my sleep for no other reason than I dared to move, or breath).
I'm fairly certain Dante is the first bipolar cat I've ever personally met. There is no in between with this furry fury, nor is there any rhyme or reason to his extreme moods.
However, he sure is super-cute in his little poet's beret and scarf!
