You scour thrift stores for non-ironic uses of Cooper Black.
Your coworkers find you breathing heavily over their shoulders when they’re using Knockout.
You have a separate copy of the Helvetica DVD for every TV you own.
At movies, you and your friends compete to see who can be the first one to name the font the credits are in.
You suspect that anyone who prefers serifs is a Republican.
You’re concerned that all the attention devoted to mocking Comic Sans is distracting from the dangerously increasing prevalence of Papyrus.
Your child’s birth certificate specifies not only a name, but a font for the name.
By looking at their fonts, you can date advertisements not just to the decade but to the month.
You don’t let yourself shop at MyFonts.com when you’re drunk.
Even though he’s 92, you’d totally fuck Hermann Zapf.
from The Tangential archives, February 2011