how about a friend for old mate irregaurdless? His little buddy "pacifically" as in "pacifically speaking, the correct way to pronounce the word is Specifically"
something to do with people spelling aisles, like in a store, as isles, as in small islands. I HATE THAT! It's to the point where if I'm iming a friend, and they do that, they automatically correct, because if they don't, they know I'll flip out
I love your new blog and featured it on my own today at Dog Art Today...
http://dreamdogsart.typepad.com/art/'
Here are some of my demons...
- people who used the word nonplussed to mean the exact opposite of what it means. - 3 pronged forks - dudes who don't neuter their dogs, because they somehow take the procedure personally - the R in the Radio Shack logo that touches the edge of the circle that surrounds it. (poor kerning in general) - cell phone-holding, Hummer-driving, left-turn-makers who don't use their turn signal - being served steak without a steak knife. Really? You're making me ask? (do I have cutlery issues, or what?) - Hillary Clinton saying "ready and tested" like she's just had all her shots.
P.S. let me know if you want me to add your first name to the post I wrote about you.
Right now, my demon is bronchitis. On a more general timeframe - air travel. From the ticket price all the way to a customs agent once asking my (brown) husband and (white) me how we are related.
Particularly the idiots that design the 'clever' menus, which go on and on and on with pointless animations, which you have to watch, when all you want to do is play the goddammed movie. (Or watch the deleted scenes...)
keyed car paint; pencil shavings; exploding pen ink; sardines; piles of very old gum stuck under my classroom tables; waiting 20 years for an Indiana Jones movie to finally come out; popcorn grease and stale popcorn breath; the random diet coke can under my car seat; bird poop by Taco Bell; Meeting a professor who changes you and leaves at the semester's end; hot choco crud at the bottom of a cup; floating soup film; hairbrush hair; fake politeness; loss of internet connection; the time clock
This demon is called 'The Bigger Demon'. He's the demon that's lurking three levels deeper than you as you casually circle your shallow ring of hell complaining about the taste of beer and friends you can't find on the internet. Pretty soon after you've inked a bunch of minor demons in your sketchpad with cute wings for the header of your blog you do a google search and discover that you're never more than three degrees of freedom in either direction from a really nasty demon that snaps you out of your daydream existence and yanks the blutooth earpiece right out of your ear canal and shouts obscenities into your ear hole.
With that said, I really like your work. There's going to come a time when you'll have to make a decision. Supposing you make it to 499 demons. Will all the thousand demons be stuff that people won't be able to relate to unless they lead charmed lives?
That's the bigger demon. Pretty soon you'll have to get real or give up. We're all hoping you'll choose the former option.
I need an Evil Corporate demon who is intent on destroying newspapers. He needs to bear a resemblance to Sam Zell... who you can see here: homesgofast.com/ UserFiles/sam-zell.jpg
I would love to add your demon to the 1,000 demons blog. We welcome suggestions for "demons" that represent the irksome, the aggrivating, and the wrong in this world. Don't feel you must name it, just describe it.
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How about "the Demon of artfully design garbage?"
how about a friend for old mate irregaurdless? His little buddy "pacifically" as in "pacifically speaking, the correct way to pronounce the word is Specifically"
the Iphone must be an demon !
Irregardless of the evil nature of that Demon, the "supposebly" Demon is far more vile...
something to do with people spelling aisles, like in a store, as isles, as in small islands.
I HATE THAT!
It's to the point where if I'm iming a friend, and they do that, they automatically correct, because if they don't, they know I'll flip out
I love your new blog and featured it on my own today at Dog Art Today...
http://dreamdogsart.typepad.com/art/'
Here are some of my demons...
- people who used the word nonplussed to mean the exact opposite of what it means.
- 3 pronged forks
- dudes who don't neuter their dogs, because they somehow take the procedure personally
- the R in the Radio Shack logo that touches the edge of the circle that surrounds it. (poor kerning in general)
- cell phone-holding, Hummer-driving, left-turn-makers who don't use their turn signal
- being served steak without a steak knife. Really? You're making me ask? (do I have cutlery issues, or what?)
- Hillary Clinton saying "ready and tested" like she's just had all her shots.
P.S. let me know if you want me to add your first name to the post I wrote about you.
Right now, my demon is bronchitis. On a more general timeframe - air travel. From the ticket price all the way to a customs agent once asking my (brown) husband and (white) me how we are related.
Happy blogging!
DVD Menus.
Particularly the idiots that design the 'clever' menus, which go on and on and on with pointless animations, which you have to watch, when all you want to do is play the goddammed movie. (Or watch the deleted scenes...)
keyed car paint; pencil shavings; exploding pen ink; sardines; piles of very old gum stuck under my classroom tables; waiting 20 years for an Indiana Jones movie to finally come out; popcorn grease and stale popcorn breath; the random diet coke can under my car seat; bird poop by Taco Bell; Meeting a professor who changes you and leaves at the semester's end; hot choco crud at the bottom of a cup; floating soup film; hairbrush hair; fake politeness; loss of internet connection; the time clock
I believe a gas monster drinks my gas at night and then changes all the prices of the local gas stations around me so that I'm out of cash.
High Fructose Corn Syrup...
I got a good demon for you.
This demon is called 'The Bigger Demon'. He's the demon that's lurking three levels deeper than you as you casually circle your shallow ring of hell complaining about the taste of beer and friends you can't find on the internet. Pretty soon after you've inked a bunch of minor demons in your sketchpad with cute wings for the header of your blog you do a google search and discover that you're never more than three degrees of freedom in either direction from a really nasty demon that snaps you out of your daydream existence and yanks the blutooth earpiece right out of your ear canal and shouts obscenities into your ear hole.
With that said, I really like your work. There's going to come a time when you'll have to make a decision. Supposing you make it to 499 demons. Will all the thousand demons be stuff that people won't be able to relate to unless they lead charmed lives?
That's the bigger demon. Pretty soon you'll have to get real or give up. We're all hoping you'll choose the former option.
Sincerely,
the legion.
I need an Evil Corporate demon who is intent on destroying newspapers. He needs to bear a resemblance to Sam Zell... who you can see here: homesgofast.com/ UserFiles/sam-zell.jpg
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