Today I fabricated metal type with my bare hands when typesetters in the composing room of The Daily Planet ran out of 20pt. Clarendon Extra Condensed. Once again my good friend, Clark takes a hit as the fall guy. While he's off on assignment somewhere, I have to step up and fix this typographical trauma just to save Perry White's white ass. With the newspaper's deadline looming, I had no choice but to simply fashion shoulders as graceful as Lois Lane's, and sturdy feet strong enough to support her...I mean Clarendon's long lean legs. It was nothing really. Now if only I can figure out how to kern this darn copy so I can upload this thing onto the internets.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.