All posts tagged: discovery

The know how of branding

Lisa, vam­pi­res are make-belie­ve, like elves, grem­lins, and Eski­mos. We star­ted out like Romeo and Juliet, but it ended up in tra­ge­dy. Attemp­ted mur­der? Now honest­ly, what is that? Do they give a Nobel Pri­ze for attemp­ted che­mi­stry? Get rea­dy, skanks! It’s time for the truth train! Books are useless! I only ever read one book, “To Kill A Mocking­bird,” and it gave me abso­lute­ly no insight on how to kill mocking­birds! Sure it taught me not to judge a man by the color of his skin…but what good does *that* do me?

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The blog fundamentals

There’s one way and only one way to deter­mi­ne if an ani­mal is intel­li­gent. Dis­sect its brain! It’s a T. It goes “tuh”. Anyo­ne who laughs is a com­mu­nist! Mor­bo will now intro­du­ce tonight’s can­di­da­tes… Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon.

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How we created our last website

Father Christ­mas. San­ta Claus. Or as I’ve always known him: Jeff. You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME! The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things.…hey.…the good things don’t always sof­ten the bad things; but vice-ver­sa the bad things don’t necessa­ri­ly spoil the good things and make them unim­portant. Saving the world with meals on wheels.

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The corporate style rules

Super sque­aky bum time! You hit me with a cri­cket bat. You’­ve swal­lo­wed a pla­net! You know how I some­ti­mes have real­ly bril­li­ant ide­as? Anni­hi­l­ate? No. No vio­lence. I won’t stand for it. Not now, not ever, do you under­stand me?! I’m the Doc­tor, the Onco­m­ing Storm — and you basi­cal­ly meant beat them in a foot­ball match, did­n’t you?

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The Day we designed a new project

All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordi­na­ry human being. Simp­le. What could pos­si­b­ly go wrong? I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in. Sor­ry, che­cking all the water in this area; there’s an escaped fish.

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About corporate identity

I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in. Sor­ry, che­cking all the water in this area; there’s an escaped fish. Saving the world with meals on wheels. Stop tal­king, brain thin­king. Hush. Anni­hi­l­ate? No. No vio­lence. I won’t stand for it. Not now, not ever, do you under­stand me?! I’m the Doc­tor, the Onco­m­ing Storm — and you basi­cal­ly meant beat them in a foot­ball match, did­n’t you? The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things.…hey.…the good things don’t always sof­ten the bad things; but vice-ver­sa the bad things don’t necessa­ri­ly spoil the good things and make them unimportant.

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All I've got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong? Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or as I've always known him: Jeff. All I've got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong? They're not aliens, they're Earth…liens! All I've got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong? Aw, you're all Mr. Grumpy Face today.

Insane in the Mainframe

Branding a new website

Cops, ano­t­her com­mu­ni­ty I’m not part of. You all right, Dex­ter? Like a sloth. I can do that. I’m a socio­path; there’s not much he can do for me. You’­re a kil­ler. I catch kil­lers. I’m not the mons­ter he wants me to be. So I’m neit­her man nor beast. I’m some­thing new ent­i­re­ly. With my own set of rules. I’m Dex­ter. Boo.

I think he’s got a crush on you, Dex! I’ve lived in darkness a long time. Over the years my eyes adjus­ted until the dark beca­me my world and I could see. He taught me a code. To sur­vi­ve. I feel like a jigsaw puz­zle mis­sing a pie­ce. And I’m not even sure what the pic­tu­re should be.

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Sing along fellas!

I never loved you. I feel like I was mau­led by Jesus. And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? I’ve been the­re. My folks were always on me to groom mys­elf and wear under­pants. What am I, the pope? Lee­la, Ben­der, we’­re going gra­ve rob­bing. OK, if everyone’s finis­hed being stupid.

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Cops, another community I'm not part of. God created pudding, and then he rested. I've lived in darkness a long time. Over the years my eyes adjusted until the dark became my world and I could see. I'm going to tell you something that I've never told anyone before. God created pudding, and then he rested.

Dexter