There was this guy, see, putting together some artwork for the band they’re in. Sleeves for CDs.

Names of tracks, a couple of photos printed together using free software and downloadable templates. Got some fresh fonts from Da Font.  What a trove!

So, looking nice. It was only after all the slicing up, folding, and having glued five or so together, that they noticed there was a typo in the text.

 

Yes, it was me. Fuck’s sake. It was pretty glaringly obvious as well, once I’d spotted it. SMH

*beat*

 

It is pretty funny. This sort of thing would have been a massive downer, once upon a time. The whole print run and that. What a waste of time and effort.

Even as I said “I am so cross!”, though, I was also thinking, meh, not really that cross. I mean, it was only 30 sheets. Inconvenient, yes, but… one of them things?

Felt close to zero headpound, anger, irritation. This is a novel enough feeling for it to be worthy of note.

And no, no idea why I missed it! I blame the font.