No joke: an agent recently had me rewrite a proposal in Comic Sans, to encourage a more easygoing, layman-friendly attitude in my prose, and I'm ashamed to say it kind of worked. A counterpoint to using the New Yorker's magical Caslon Pro or whatever it is when I'm feeling really dumb, which is most of the time.
Jimmy and I are dying. A tight 5 of brilliant social commentary. The third-to-last paragraph slayed us. "Carnival nausea"! "Walking the yard and eating mystery meat"! The last sentence is devastating. YOU'RE TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD!!! Wow.
No joke: an agent recently had me rewrite a proposal in Comic Sans, to encourage a more easygoing, layman-friendly attitude in my prose, and I'm ashamed to say it kind of worked. A counterpoint to using the New Yorker's magical Caslon Pro or whatever it is when I'm feeling really dumb, which is most of the time.
Jimmy and I are dying. A tight 5 of brilliant social commentary. The third-to-last paragraph slayed us. "Carnival nausea"! "Walking the yard and eating mystery meat"! The last sentence is devastating. YOU'RE TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD!!! Wow.
Oracle! I was wondering where you was.
Good to know you still write with the excellence.
love this!
Poor Hotdog.
bwhahahahaha!