I was really under the gun with this one, the second in a series of logos commissioned by sportlogos.net (READ MORE). I’m sick and tired of the color blue. Right off the bat, it’s a hassle to find anything remotely close to a blue color in nature without relying on Jell-O and cereal. (I do have one idea that could be 100% badassery, but it’s going to take weeks of planning.)
Then there was the the intricacies of the Blue Jays logo. Shoot me now.
I already tackled the old logo, to middling success, over the summer. I’d be okay with not seeing this again so soon.
Continue reading Jays in a Jam
I’m thankful that I grew up in a big family that has always had a dog. There was a three month gap when my Siberian husky died, and a whole year between labs, but otherwise, I’m pushing 30 years with man’s best friend usually acting like my worst enemy – stealing food, trash, getting sick on my floor, etc – and now, you too can know what’s it like to be a dog, courtesy of Pedigree’s Doggelganger…game? software? I don’t know the word I’m looking for. Just check it out. The Game of Thrones-meets-cocker-spaniel intro music alone is worth it. Continue reading Week Links: Thanksgiving!
My friend Jellybean sent a Tweet last night with a link to the Yale School of Art’s website. I was flattered to see my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles pizza used as a tiled background on their “About This Site” page. (Personally, I think it makes for a terrible design element, but I’m not the website design police.)
EDIT: Apparently, this found its way to me due to an article from Cracked.com.
Continue reading I Thought Ivy Leagues Were Smarter Than This
Every year, I come up with some sort of goofball Christmas list to email my mom. She gets a kick out of it. Here is the 2011 edition:
Foogos is fun. If it wasn’t, I obviously wouldn’t do it. It’s not like people are throwing buckets of money at me to do this. (To inquire about how to throw buckets of money at me, email email@example.com.)
But Foogos can also be a menace. Case in point, at the Mountain Lakes Market on Saturday. There I am in the basement (my out-of-the-way work space), eating lunch (the New York Jets logo I completed from tuna and lettuce), when out of the blue, and arrow zips through the stairs and wedged itself in my table, a few inches from grubby hands. Continue reading Deli Dangers
I’m whittling down my list of things to do as it pertains to Foogos, and I’m glad to be rid of the New York Jets for now. I have no ill will toward the other fake New York team. As if it’s bad enough to wish your home address was New York but is actually in New Jersey, the Jets don’t even have their own stadium. Giants Stadium. Oh, what? It’s MetLife Stadium now? Nahhh. It’s still Giants Stadium. Continue reading Do it for the Tuna!
It’s been months since I dipped into the YouTube pool. Here’s a little behind the scenes shenanigans as it relates to the New York Islanders Foogos created last week.
Sorry, Sal! Even though I know the guy who made the art on your desk and spilled a lot of rice underneath (I bet you never even noticed!), it wasn’t me who put all that Chinese food there in the first place.
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