‘Way back afore the Steve Jobs and that other guy made home computers so dad-gum commonplace, my brother Phil used to work for a sign company. He had an impressive knowledge of fonts that was nearly god-like to me. He could just look at stuff and tell you the font: “That’s Monotype Corsiva. That’s Palatino. That’s Geneva. That’s some bad handwriting – I think it’s yours, Lauren.”
So now in the age of computers, I get it. If you’re exposed to a bunch of different fonts, you become familiar with them. While I can only reliably identify Arial and Comic Cans, I love, love, love Papyrus. It’s so jaggedy-looking and beautiful. Anything written with it looks important and serious and soul-soothing.
Well, maybe not everything.
Stop using my font on your trailer, Outdoor Solutions. I do not find it worthy.