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Penelope Cholmondely raised her azure eyes from the crabbed scenario. She meandered among the congeries of her memoirs. There was the Kinetic Algernon, a choleric artificer of icons and triptychs, who wanted to write a trilogy. For years she had stifled her risibilities with dour moods. His asthma caused him to sough like the zephyrs among the tamarack.
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I clicked that link. I really did. whyyyyyyyyyy math.
http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/7503/1263634512963h.jpg
DAMMIT
IT WAS A LOLCATS LINK TOO.
Ohhhh my godddd so borrrring, don't post shit like that I am already tired. What am I tired from? Kerning tables. Type tests with different leading amounts and hyphenation variants. Learning the american and european systems of standard paper sizes. Memorizing the relative degree of each C,M,Y,K halftone screen and which moire patterns mean what is wrong with the printer. Design production quarter is so borrrrrrrrring.
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