this is an email to my coworker matt, a designer i work with a lot. he fly, he cool. why it is that blogging an email is all i've got in me today is evidenced by the email itself. pretty goddam strongly, i think.
from where i sit, here on this friday, some things are apparent to me.
- i can still sleep for 4h and function properly at work the next day
- but doing that 3 nights in a row is really pushing it, @ this point
- seriously, if my eyes could open enough for me to see in the mirror, they’d be demon eyes, i’ll bet—
- like this, [see image at top] only smaller
- your email handle, “maguila”, when you say it aloud, sounds like
o the name of a little-known foreign tennis player who overcomes the odds, or
o the name of a dwarf or witch from Harry Potter, or
o how the teletubbies pronounce “gorilla”
- “mhuntsman” looks okay on paper, but when you say it aloud, as one word like with yours, it comes out sounding like
o count chocula has a crush on me, or
o a warm-weather bacteria that causes swelling and genital discomfort, or
o the noise maria sharapova makes when she hits a forehand, plus the word “man”
- each of our names gets a tennis reference, good for us and our names
- i don’t remember at all how i feel about the copy for the 4 email creatives i sent you eod thursday. are they any good.
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