At the bar, an hour later:
Him: You’re going to post this aren’t you. Me: No way man. No way. Him: Yes you are. Me: Yeah, probably.I woke up sick and tired – from a cold, mind you – but wanted to note the party anyway.
Another reason: An amusing though not laugh-out-loud bit on typography, that’s slightly related to the faults and imitators of design that falls from the same hand, and if skirmishes with the New York Times and the owner of said hand can be drawn from this odd fog of connections, then try this.