The Accidental Butt Book
This book spine caught my eye:
All I see is “ASS FOR (blob).” Because I have an appreciation for fine literature I snatched up the book to examine it more intimate-like. On the front cover there’s more ass:
And dead people. Dead people? Hm, this is curious. I open the crisp dust jacket and read away. Turns out the thing’s about medieval witch-burning. Silly me, it’s called “Mass for Arras”—or at least that was the title before the cheeky graphic designer got to it.
This reminds me of a close design call I once had. In the early 1990s I designed a booklet for the University of Michigan’s president. Just before it went to press—after me, spell check, and four others picked through the text and graphics with a finely toothed comb (for the record: lice comb)—by chance, the FedEx guy glanced at a print-out and read, “‘The President is to make the announcement pubic’?”
Ah ha hah! Humorous accidents happen everywhere. It’s nice to know that others besides me are diligently making them... public.
All I see is “ASS FOR (blob).” Because I have an appreciation for fine literature I snatched up the book to examine it more intimate-like. On the front cover there’s more ass:
And dead people. Dead people? Hm, this is curious. I open the crisp dust jacket and read away. Turns out the thing’s about medieval witch-burning. Silly me, it’s called “Mass for Arras”—or at least that was the title before the cheeky graphic designer got to it.
This reminds me of a close design call I once had. In the early 1990s I designed a booklet for the University of Michigan’s president. Just before it went to press—after me, spell check, and four others picked through the text and graphics with a finely toothed comb (for the record: lice comb)—by chance, the FedEx guy glanced at a print-out and read, “‘The President is to make the announcement pubic’?”
Ah ha hah! Humorous accidents happen everywhere. It’s nice to know that others besides me are diligently making them... public.
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