I did it! I changed my blog look. As you might've noticed already. And I did it all by myself. Sort of. Actually not really, but I didnt get any help today anyway.
A quick note to Glen, don't delete my images from your server for a little while, I've gotta upload them and all that jazz first. Thanks.
ELLIOTT! Master of the webmasters on the web.
This one I might actually be able to use. We'll just call these random drawings stock illustration. I will be able to incorporate them into designs at a later date. Unless of course you can tell who it is....
IESSO
IT'S ALIVE! IT'S ALIVE!!!!
Hyu finally built my site, and let me tell you, it's freakin awesome! This is only the main page, none of the other section are done, but the tree grows! It rocks.
Czech it out, .... if you DDAAAAARRRRREEEEEE!!!!
IESSO
A BIT LATE, BUT SILLY NONETHELESS:
So there we were, at the design dinner, bored, stressed, anxious, feeling social, we go out for a smoke, sans Linus and Justin (heh heh heh, sucker!) We go outside, and begin happily trapping mammoths (my weakest link to date; trap mammoths, tar pits, tar, etc, its an early childhood memory, NEVERMIND!)
ANWAY we're outside smoking, and I notice our surrondings. The sign reads NO SMOKING, so instead of putting them out, we pose for a photo in the worlds WORST camera.
IESSO
PS. An entirely pointless post, but at least you don't see the female form of me as soon as you load the page. Thanks Lino for the paranoia :)
Let's just bypass the multitude of psychological probelems inherent in the image for a second and move on to less obvious issues for a moment. I promise to return soon...
I was speaking to my psychiatrist the other day about my love life. I said that I feel unworthy of love, and having a girlfriend. I told her that since I broke up with A that I am terribly insecure and not deserving a girlfriend. She, of course disagrees.
She told me something interesting, and at the time I just dismissed it as psycho-babble, but I've thought about it, and perhaps it has some weight to it.
A and I were just kids when we started going out. We were young and experienced with life, and all that goes with that. And we grew up together. This is why I've found it so hard to get over things. In it's truest sense in breaking up with her I've lost my identity, and a major part of ME. We grew up together, side by side, as one person really. My experiences of life were her experiences too. When we began our relationship neither of us knew who we really were, we had no true self identity. We formed an identity with each other, in each other.
So the feelings that I have are more than just understandable, they were inevitable. Of course I feel like I've lost the most important person in my life, because (at the risk of sounding even more self abosrbed than usual) I lost half of my self.
So when you criticise me for not getting over the breakup sooner remember that my situation is probably not like yours. I didn't lose a girlfriend, I lost my identity. A was never a proper girlfriend, dispite what I thought at the time, she could never have been a girlfriend, in order to be in a relationship the two parties need to bring their own elements to the relationship. In a crude analogy imagine my perceived relationship as a party: People go to parties and bring with them their own identities and that makes the party interesting, different people doing different things. We showed up not knowing what to expect, or what to do, and made our own party. Then she left. And a party with one person who doesn't know how to entertain himself sucks.
Just ignore any temptation to take my analogy in the self-pleasuring context, that is NOT what I mean.
Sick sick bastards.
And now it's time to face my demons and talk about this drawing. You could analyse it in so many ways: Let's just first start by saying that 'who needs a girlfriend if you can draw your own?' But more than that let's just look at it from an artistic perspective: Is it drawn well? Did I draw it for that reason anyway? Is it a form of pornography? It's only purpose is to generate arousal? And if this is the case, why is she wearing clothes and posed in a relatively neutral position. No, I don't think it is a pornographic image. BUT why do I continually draw women? Am I trying to fill the void? Perhaps, but obviously this does little more than freak my friends out.
More answers than questions, once again. Remeber that I ran out of my medication on thursday, so this is a somewhat logical downward spiral in emotions.
IESSO
PS. If someone wants to kill me, please do, consider it a mercy killing.
PPS. I was going to put this title for the post: "If this is not you, applicants for potential girlfriend need not apply". But then I thought that that was just plain mean. And I don't mean the concept of applying for such a thing, just the term need not apply doesn't seem like it's any nicer than we don't want you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADAM! It's Tanner's 22nd Birthday today, and I want to wish him a happy birthday online. Despite the fact he doesn't read this. um..... yeah..
ALSO: Weirdness. Major Weirdness.
I woke up very much late for work (1.30pm instead of 6.30am) and was supposed to go to work to print Tanners book. CRAP! I get up, have a shower, etc etc, and leave for the bus. Hopefully if I can get the bus that lets me catch the 3.00 train, things will be ok.
I’m walking to the bustop when a car pulls over. An old lady is talking to me, really quietly talking (think Seinfeld and the puffy shirt!) and I’m struggling to hear what she’s saying. I think she’s asking for directions to Southport. I oblige.
But I’m standing in the rain, potentially going to miss my bus and generally struggling explaining/hearing things. I ask for a ride, and I can show them, rather than just explaining.
They agree. I get it. The car smells like old people, of course.
I show them how to get to the main road, and explain how to get to Southport. Except the journey took a lot longer than it needed too. The speed limit for Discovery Drive is 60kph, they were only just over 40. Cars were zooming by. But luckily they were driving in the cycling lane. Most of the journey was peppered with ‘THUMP’ ‘THUMP’ of them driving over the road markers where the cycle lane starts. They didn’t mind, so neither did I. Poor cyclists though.
Anyway I got the train an hour early, they got to Southport. A win-win I guess. As the Simpsons song goes in the musical ‘A Streetcar Named Desire’: “You can always depend on the kindness of strangers!”
I’m Elliott Scott, washing the old people out of my clothes, signing off
A friend of mine (we'll call him Tanner for simplicity's sake) really like Russian Constructivism stylings. Well, actually he really just likes that faux-Russian thang. So for his birthday I've assembled a bunch of cool images and the whatnot, and here is my contribution to the image collection. Nothing too crash hot, but not bad either.
TANNERTECH: We don't make the future. We ARE the future.
Oh and also this is funny:
I'm Elliott Scott, doing.. um... something stupid probably, signing off
I wasn't gonna say anything, but I might anyway. Firstly: This is a test of the new feature from Blogger that allows me to post images a lot easier, hopefully it will be better too. Secondly: This guy is not me. I wish it was though. Third and lastly: Asian people talk funny!! HA HAH HAHAHA! *
IESSO
PS. Red, black and white are an awesome color combo!
PPS. The Shins are cool. I just found this out. A bit late.
* This was intended as a joke, if you're offended, I'm sorry.
There's no real purpose to this image I guess, it's not really for anything or anyone, and I can't really see it being used in any designs, let's just call it practice. Or fun. Or whatever. I did it to calm down after getting home today. I finally finished the catalog, and having not slept more than two hours a night over the last three nights, I am kinda exhausted. But it's done, and it looks really good. I'm very pleased. And I'm also VERY nervous, what if there is an error, or if it didn't print properley or something...
Anyway this image is a break from staring at text for a week. Images are nice. They don't have spelling, grammar or punctuation errors. They don't have PostScript, TrueType, OpenType, free font conflicts, they are pretty and they are simple. In theory.
This one took just shy of 5 hours, and for some reason I actually did it. I should be sleeping I suppose. But I sorta lost track of time. I spent most of the time in Illustrator drawing the face, and a bit of time in Photoshop blurring some stuff and just generally mucking around. But the result is pretty cool I guess. Nice colors anyway.
No-one in particular, sorta looks kinda like Kate Beckinsale, but not really.
IESSO
STILL working on the catalog. No sleep for a few days. I figured if I looked like I was awake no-one would ask any questions.
IESSO
WARNING: THIS IMAGE HAS NOT BEEN EDITED FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT
I'm in Liveworm working on the catalog that's due tomorrow. And UNG just left. So now I'm all alone. And it's kinda scary. I don't really like it much, I might leave soon. It's not like I can actually work in these conditions (sheer terror + caffeine high + stress). I'll go home, and work there.
IESSO
Dermo is my mentor. And I am his apprentice. He is wise. I am dumb. Ecetera ecetera.
Every so often I do a lame design with vector bodies and our faces on it. This time it's Yoda themed.
and no, just for the record, there are never any porn ones. So don't ask.
IESSO
On an unually uncaring manner, I really don't feel like doing that catalog. It needs to get done, and all the burden rests on my shoulders, and I SHOULD be doing it, and if I'm not doing it I should go to bed in order to be able to wake up tomorrow and do it, but I just don't really want to do it. And it's not like I'm mad or anything, or resent it (which I am and do), but I just don't care.
I watched Garden State a few minutes ago. That was an interesting and good movie. I really thought it was great. I didn't enjoy it, and it was slow and drawn out, and perhaps a bit obvious and preachey, but I really, really liked it. Zach Braff wrote and directed a good movie. And Natalie Portman was perfect in it too. Good characters, good pace, good everything...
But now I feel so empty, and disillusioned, and meaningless. No, maybe the exact opposite, I feel important, and everything else feels meaningless. The catalog which I was so stressed about doesn't seem to matter anymore. It will get done, one way or another, I have the support of my co-workers and boss, and they will stick up for me. And more than that I know I can do it. I've been in worse situations. And if it doesn't get done, who cares? I don't care. I'll do my best, but if it doesn't get done it will because it can't be done, not because I am weak or I am unable to do it.
Does any of that make sense? Probably not huh.
IESSO
PS. Ignore the lameness of the joke, and focus on the lameness of the image itself. It'll make you feel better.
PPS. It's purely coincidence that the topic of the post is kinda deep and meaningful, and at the same time the image is about religion. No link intended. But if you want to make that link, that's fine by me.
I got my marks back for the semester in Communication Design 4, or as we call it for short CD4, good stuff: HIGH DISTINCTION! WWOOOOTTT!!! Mostly thanks to my Liveworm marks of 90% I'm very please. I got third for LW. A few people beat me, a notable exception from the list: Kat. BOO and also, YA.
But yeah, now I have a massive headache, from my MASSIVEly swollen head.
On the reverse side of that coin though: I have a project that is due thursday, and the client came in today with MAJOR changes. The spelling of everything is wrong (not my fault though, it's a foreign language and THEY spelt things wrong), there are major changes to essays, and worst yet, the entire order is different from what I was told. UGG.
I don't know how I'm physically gonna get this done. I have a day to do this, 96 pages, and it takes about an hour to do 4 - 5 pages.... NIGHTMARE.
Karma dude, karma...
IESSO
PS. Judging by my awesome design skills, typified by this example, it's a wonder I didn't get 100% huh?
Elvira needed to pick up her bass guitar (I'm not sure if the 'guitar' is superfluous or not, but anyway) and she didn't really wanna pay for parking in the city ($14 minimum!) so Linus and I were given the orders to drive around the block a few times until she was ready to be picked up. First of all I can't drive, and secondly Linus can't really drive a manual all that great, and he doesn't have the best record for driving cars in general (a few accidents) and doesn't have a license for manual cars, so we were certainly in for an adventure.
Suffice to say apart from some near misses (aren't near misses crashes?! you nearly missed; you didn't miss, anyway) no horns were honked but we did do some last minute lane merging and got into some shanigans (!) but we didn't die. The point is we were driving around in circles and it started to seem like we were those cars in Grand Theft Auto that just drive around until someone car jacks us... funny. ANYWAY maybe you had to be there, I dunno...
ALSO: On the train on the way up to Brisbane the train (now that's superfluous!) was full of kids. But not normal grubby, wipe-their-noses-on-their-sleeves style kids, oh no! These kids were stylish. The girls had dresses, and funky skirts and stockings with boots, and the boys had polo shirts with their collars up, and one girl (who was like 2-3) had a flowing skirt and hip doll shoes, and they were strutting their stuff, doing mini catwalk runs up and down the train. It must have been some sort of model convention or something, but these kids were cool cats. There was one scruffy kid, who must have been some sort of rebel (he plays by his own rules man!) who wasn't dressed up, but had torn jeans and a black t-shirt, who was strangling the model kids. That kid rocked! I could just imagine him with some sort of drugged out 5 year old, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, wearing some badass sunglasses, not caring what other thought of him.
My hero in 5 year old form.
I'm Elliott Scott, idolising 5-year-olds, signing off.
PS. Lot's o' punctuation marks today!
If you're thinking of redesigning your room onto a classic 60's funk bachelor pad (as I've always wanted to do), perhaps give these shelves a miss. Nothing says 'creepy weirdo' more than a pair of breasts that open up to reveal wine. Ok perhaps a vag.... ANYWAY! They're so blatantly sexual it makes my skin crawl. And not in a good way either. Call me old-fashioned but sex should be in the bedroom, with locked doors, curtains drawn, lights out, and at least one person crying in the fetal postition!
IESSO
PS. Dont even ask how I found this picture. It's not a pleasant story. Many hardships and woe were endured. And that's not a metaphor!
I've finally finished my portfolio for the semesters work. And for the first time I'm almost proud of it. And to celebrate this momentous occasion I've made it available for your viewing pleasure in this teeny tiny version for the blog. If (and not that you would) you would like to see a full sized version, let me know and I can kidnap you in the middle of the night, blindfold you, drive yuo to a secret location and show it to you. Or email. Whatever's easier..
I'm Batman, signing off
I've finished my portfolio for the semester. Overall I'm kinda pleased with it. I've noticed a marked improvement with my work since I've started working at Liveworm. It's still not great, and I don't really like any of it, but it's getting there. In particular I am happy with my depression brochure (ironic?!) anyway, I think it's pretty cool; black sillouettes and a rainbow swirl.
IESSO
I woke up this morning and started work.
The problem with my Powerbook, and Powerbooks in general is that it's made of metal. And in winter it can get quite cold sitting on my desk overnight. And I'm talking actually COLD! So cold that my fingers didn't want to touch it. So cold that scientists trying to reach 'absolute zero' should come over to my house at 6.00am and look at my Powerbook. Instead of being powered by mice in wheels like most people's computers my PBook is powered by little penguins on ice slippery slides.
Thankfully the PBook has an awesome design flaw that is quite advantageous in these winter months; it's prone to over heating. In summer it gets so hot that camels... ok, nevermind, but it does get quite warm, warming my nearly frost-bitten fingers in about half an hour. Sweet. Design flaw? Or super-genius design!?
Design flaw.
IESSO
Here is a totally different concept for the Nash Theatre play 'Titus and Andronicus'. Ok, well the play isn't actually by Nash, but they're performing it. Anyway, as mentioned in a previous post (below) the play is modern and graffiti themed. So like the designer slut that I am, I adhere to this style. Except with a twist. The poster is printed on clear plastic, with a white layer under the title, which means anywhere you place the poster the background shows through, giving the effect of graffiti.
A clever idea, if perhaps not the best production values.
IESSO
Instead of drawing and designing something of quality, Elliott decided to make a model. And, oh man, what a big mistake! I caught the train up to uni, excited to make the model and all that jazz. Catch the 8 o'clock train, well that was the plan. Trains weren't running because of a power failure. WHAT!? Not "there will be delays" or "you'll need to catch a train to somewhere, catch a bus, then a train again." Nope. Trains simply weren't running.
I went back home. Caught the train at 11, changed trains at Beenleigh, caught a bus to Kuraby from Kingston, and then another bus to South Bank. Got there at 1. Made the model by 1.30. Easy.
It looks good. But damn was I stressed!
Anyway whatever. My thoughts are kinda racing at the moment. Can't. form. coherent. sentences.
IESSO
PS. I totally found out the Messy Haired Girls name. It's Gemma. On the one hand I'm happy to know her name, and it's a nice name, it suits her, all the good stuff, but on the other hand some of the mystery is gone. The infatuation might actually turn into something a little less stalker-ish.
PPS. No, I didn't talk to her. I didn't see her. But I bumped into some of her friends.... maybe they'll say something to her. I can't see how that'd be bad. RIGHT!? She'll know I'm interested....
Here is my concept of what the totally mega-awesome phone store Glow will be looking like. And it's it just breathtaking? No? Well ok, maybe you're right. The photoshopping is pretty poor at best. But it's getting there.
I'll do some illustration work of point of sale crap and call it a day. And of course by that I mean I've done half of what I've got to do. Half. That's more than a third right? Oh god I'm screwed...
IESSO
OH and also, this guy is my new hero! He rocks. Song sucks. But he rocks!! That's right baby, double exclamation marks!
Ok, so that made a LOT more sense in my head. But hopefully it'll make at least some sense when you read the post.
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So I've been thinking: The Messy Hair Girl. I should really just ask her out. I should stop wussing out of it, or making lame excuses or all the other stupid things I do like talk myself out of it, and hype up my insecurities to a point where I sleep on the floor in Liveworm*. F*CK IT! I'll do it! I want to go out with her, and there's no real reason I shouldn't at least ask her. What's the worse that could happen?
She's such an enigma (hint hint^) I know nothing about her. She has a cool voice though. Kinda Scarlett Johansson-ish. I've talked to her a few times but I never actually officially met her. So I don't even know her name. I remember reading a name tag, but I can't remember what it said...
UG. I don't even know how to ask her out. It's been SSSSooooo long since I asked a girl out. I mean successfully that is. Where they said yes. Does anyone have any good advice? I suppose not huh? It's kinda one of those 'need to be there' setups.
Well I know this; she walks past the studio on tuesdays. I see her walk by! I'm not stalking her. I'm infatuated with her (not iPods this time!) It's the mystery. Oh and her extreme beauty. Of course.
Well I'll keep you posted. Expect nothing though. I really am crap at this game.
IESSO
* You know what I'm talkin' about!
^ The Nazi's used a coding machine in WW2. The Allies called it the Enigma Machine.
# The photo isn't of the MHG. I dunno who she is, she's just a photo I found on the net. She means nothing to me! .... although she is quite mysterious looking...
However crazy I say I am, or you think I am, that's nothing compared to how crazy I think I am.
Yep, that's right folks it's time for another Elliott Whining Post TM! If you're not empathetic minded or not in the mood for putting up with my crap, scroll down to the orange square and everything will be just fine.
I'm still thinking about her.
You REALLY need a girlfriend, you might say. But do I? Is that really the solution to the problem? Is that even the problem at all? I am I lonely and that's all it is? Or is there something more?
Well I have no idea. But at any rate I miss something. I miss the closeness, the love, the loving, the intimacy, but I think I miss her too. She was a cool person. I like and liked hanging out with her, doing things, all that stuff. I wish I could be her friend... I think.
And I write letters to her all the time. Luckily I've learnt not to send them anymore, that always ends in disaster, but I still write them in my head. Dear A... blah blah blah. They're gotten less bitter and sad and nostalgic and more optimistic in recent months. But I still write them.
I guess this is all normal huh? I've never had a proper breakup before so this is my first, and obviously I'm not the best at handling it. But why do other people handle them so much better? It is them? Is it the other person? Is it just the fact that I'm more vocal about them?
I dunno.
In fact I can't even articulate my thoughts properley. I had a letter written. I was going to post is up on the blog, decided against it, and instead was going to write my thoughts down. But I can even do that properley. I guess I'm just a bit down today. It's like a rollcoaster with me and my emotions. Except instead of being built on normal FLAT ground, this rollcoaster is built on a step decline. That would be a good metaphor except that it's not. It's really not.
To quote my pal Dermot: "The glass is neither half empty nor half full. It's not even what I ordered in the first place."
Ok, well my 55 minutes are up anyway... thanks Doc.
IESSO
Here is a revised version of the image below. I guess it sorta defeats the purpose of showing the crappy one, but what ever. This is what happened when I unleashed 'the beast' (Photoshop) onto the image. I am well aware of how gross that sounds, but honestly that wasn't my intention.... not yet anyway. No. I kid. Anyway you what Krusty the Klown looks like without his shirt on, he's got that white face and yellow body. Yeah. Not related to this image in any way.
IESSO PART 1
I'm not really a HUGE fan of hers, although admittedly I have seen Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen and the extremely well written (thanks to Tina Faye) Mean Girls, but I came across this picture of her and just had to draw it.
I'm not very good at drawing people, so this is probably one of my better attempts. The Jesus drawing looks too much like Brad Pitt for my liking, so I wanted to do something else. Yes, fine, it is just tracing, but it's still not easy. Getting the colors right and all that fiddly stuff is actually pretty had. I'm really pleased with her hair and eyes... The eyes have 5 different colors in them, plus the highlights which add even more colors.
Overall I'm pretty pleased, but you'll surely find something to criticise...
IESSO
PS. It's Lindsey/Lindsay Lohan in case you couldn't have guessed. Either due to my poor drawing abilities or your utter idiocy.
Still sick like a monkey. But I've been able to do a little bit of work... less and less each day though.
Anyway as suggested by Linus I'd added an image of a girl. Although I couldn't really find a good image on stock.xchng. But I did find a good Victorian image of 4 young women. Which at least fits the theme, even if it doesn't look the nicest.
It's a weird dilemma. Do I design for myself? Or for the brief. I don't really like this style or the style of the Titus & Andronicus poster, but they seem to fit the idea. But I don't like them...
IESSO
Here's a poster I did for the Nash Theatre company. I generally like the style, the delicate femininity, but its missing something. An image perhaps. Does anyone have any suggestions?
Thanks again
IESSO
Yeah I'm sorry about being slack. It's been hectic at Liveworm and uni. I've got about 10-15 assignments to do by next week. Oh yeah, and I'm sick too...
Here are two of the designs I've got to do:
MOBILE PHONE LOGO'S
Mobii is a phone company offering basic and entry level phone packages. I developed my logo based on simple shapes, simple colors, and fun. With kids in mind. And this time in a legal sense. HOORAY!
The font I used was Arial Rounded Bold but I bolded it up to the max, altered the shape of the m, butted the letters together in the Elliott standard, and mucked around with the I's. The colors are a slight gradient, which resembles the 'Aqua' look for Mac OSX but less obvious and intrusive.
Glow is the other end of the consumer spectrum. They offer high-end phones, with all the bells and whistles. I wanted to avoid the standards of 'techno' styling, particularly blue and silver color schemes or the 'Matrix-styles' or green and black. Unfortunately I did use green and black, but it's different.
The font is Futura Light (one of my default faces) and the glowing green O. I like the contrast between the perfect circles and the harsh capital M and W's. I highlighted this difference, in the subtext.
Overall I guess I like these logo's, but at this stage I just don't care anymore. So yeah, whatever.
NASH THEATRE POSTER
The basis of the poster is Graffiti. The play is a contemporary version of Shakespeares tradgedy. The director is using the plays base to tackle issues relating to George Bush, Tony Blair, Saddam Hussein and blah blah blah. Eyeroll. Anyway, I didn't want to put famous faces on the poster. In fact I wanted to limit the amount of graphics. WOW! Just type?!
Ok, if you don't like them, that's cool, let me know why. And I will ignore you. I mean embrace your criticisms.
Thanks
IESSO
I was sitting outside as I usually do enjoying the cold air and polluting my lungs with hot smokey air, when I saw a shooting star. I immediately made a wish. I went back inside, watched some TV and forgot about it. Two hours later I go outside again, look up at the sky, see another shooting star. And another. And another. I must have seen five or six tonight.
WEIRD! Especially how I hadn't seen one for years. In fact I've only ever seen one since I've been in Australia.
Does anybody know if there was a meteor shower tonight? I hope so. And not just my mind playing tricks on me.
Which brings me to my next and entirely more pointless question, if you're watching a meteor shower, does each shooting star count for a wish, or is it the total SS's that do? Just to be on the safe side, I only made one wish, well actually the same wish 6 times. I'd tell you what it was but A) You can probably guess it anyway, and B) It's bad luck.
I'm Elliott Scott, not normally superstitious, signing off
Hey there guys, I firstly want to thank you for readng my blog, despte the fact I haven't posted anything for a while. It's not that I don't want to post anything, or have been too busy (well maybe a little bit), but NOTHING post-worthy has happened to me this week.
I got my laptop back (finally) and it's had a new DVD-burner put in (it goes up to a whopping 8X which kicks the ass of the 1X I had before) and that's about it.
I went out with some friends from work on friday, that was fun, except I had to stay relatively sober cuz I was going out with my mom on her birthday the next day. It was funny C and J got pretty smashed pretty quickly, which was weird for me to watch. But funny. They were more of themselves. C got louder and more silly, J was more self doubting and sad. It wasn't good. She's an awesome girl, who has no reason to doubt herself.
The trains up to Brisbane are having some work done to the track, which sucks for all the travellers. You have to catch 2 trains, then a bus then another train just to get up there. SUCKS!
On the ride home I overheard a funny conversation between a goth nerd and an animator:
GN: So, what do you do for a living?
A: Oh, I'm an animator. I draw pictures and illustrate things and shit like that.
GN: So what do you play?
A: Um.. what?
GN: What games are you playing?
A: I don't play games, I earn a living.
GN: Oh.
Funny. The goth nerd doesn't realise that not everyone plays games. I thought it was particularly weird because of my classes about vernacular and speech patterns and stuff. Some people thought that "What do you play?" was going to enter into our everyday sayings, because of the trend that people are playing more video games these days. Maybe not everyone got that memo.
IESSO
PS. Yes I am aware of the irony of me being high-and-mighty about speech patterns and all that, when I can't even spell things right.
