Person: [about To Shoot Me]

This isn’t a story about a client from hell, but I know for a fact that it is advice that comes from dealing with them.

When I was studying 3D animation and visualization, we did customer projects as a part of our education. For each project we had a tutor, someone who worked in the industry and knew the ropes. This is legitimately one of the lessons one of our tutors gave us:

Tutor: In our company, we have what we call an “Ugly Red Blob” method. When a design has been finalized, and it’s time to send it to the client for final review, the last thing we do is we add a big, red blob somewhere in the design. The client will look at the mock-up and say: “Okay, that’s good, but take out that red blob, it doesn’t work with the rest.” The client gets a feeling that they’ve contributed to the design in a significant way, and we can get on with our work, without the client trying to micro-manage every font and color.

from Companions of Deadfire by Penett Penett

Just asking for a friend

Just released: my unofficial soundtrack for Wii Snorkeling

このノートに名前を書かれた者は…（▽ミズキ）

The person whose name is written in this notebook…（▽ミズキ）

*ominous Death Note writing music* The person whose name is written in this notebook will, in 40 seconds… forget how to ride a bicycle wHAT THE HELL IS THIS *falls off bike*

I have a client who communicates exclusively via Microsoft Word.

If she has something to tell me, I’ll receive an email with nothing in the body, but a Word doc attached. That’s where she writes her message.

Whenever she wants to email me a photo, she does so via an empty Word doc with said photo set as its background.

But my favorite thing was the first time I witnessed her visiting a website. She had me spell the URL (“W… W… W… dot…”) and with my own two eyes I watched her type it into Word, made it a hyperlink, and Ctrl click it to go there.

I was so fascinated I didn’t even say anything.

*takes an ant outside and lets it free instead of killing it* This one is for you Paul Rudd.

technically we’re ALL, always LARPing, because the Self is only a construct,