I'm watching a documentary today (20 minutes at a time) called Helvetica. It's all about the font. It is completely nerdy, obsessive, and awesome. I love this font. You might know it as the Crate and Barrel font, or the American Airlines font, or pretty much most of modern life, including this blog and now I know why. I'm also amazed to hear that it is considered the Font of the Establishment, which of course makes perfect sense, but doesn't make me love it less. I can love the funky fonts of the seventies, all The Pie Plate and Chorus Line and LOVE too. They get into the idea that fonts should be all things to everyone, or that the font can be the message itself. The melty ice font for cold, and album cover designs are two examples they use.

The font I don't love right now is everywhere and it's making me crazy. It also makes me realize I am officially an old fart and not cool or rock-n-roll whatsoever, and clearly never was. It's the "notebook" font. I don't know what its official name is, but it looks like a 10th grader scribbled it in their spiral bound notebook. It is the "Juno" font, the "Napoleon Dynamite" font, the font for Urban Outfitter shoppers everywhere. I didn't used to hate it, in fact I liked it, until it showed up absolutely EVERYWHERE that is trying to hook in the 14-25 year old crowd. As if they only understand one font.

What gets me is that it is too transparent. The line weight isn't heavy enough to balance it. It looks good very dark on a light background, but it isn't always used that way. It's difficult to read at a glance. Which is totally cool when you don't want people reading your notebook in study hall, but not so good if you want them to buy whatever piece of crap you are pushing.

I guess it is just a modern version of Melty Ice font, except is says Disaffected Youth Who Are Doing Their Own Thing Outside The Box. Except if that experience has its very own font, you are solidly in the center of the box.

As I blow dust off my blog and sweep the cobwebs out of the corners, I marvel that it has been so many weeks since I had a moment to write.

The main culprit has been Dexter's teething, and that I hadn't had a semi-good night's sleep in weeks. Until last night, as he slept the entire night with just a little peep-peeping at 12:30am, which was able to be quieted with a little cuddle and walkabout for a few minutes. The first little tooth made it's appearance yesterday, so he could finally sleep at night. And so could I.

Still working on taxes, but almost done, still tagging and bagging clothes and toys, but that is almost done as well. Final show as PTA mom happened last week, and I was killed off in a dramatic, soap opera way, choked to death after revealing that my sister was actually my daughter, right after she had slept with my ex-husband who is actually her father. And that I'd stolen $2.5 million from the town coffers and sequestered away in an off-shore account. My sister/daughter then proceeded to drag my dead body around with her for the rest of the show. A good time was had by all.

Dexter and I shot a mop infomercial last week. He did a great job, and so did I. Betty my MIL came with us on set, and she had a grand time hanging out with the crew and chatting everyone up. She did not make a pest of herself, and we were all regarded as the "good baby family" as the morning baby family was a nightmare all around.

As always, there is more, but I can't waste too much precious nap time on just blogging. Could my website be far behind? The cartoons got edited and submitted, BTW, and she loved them. Should be up soon.