No. No. Nis­san is mean. No. If you know why I’m mad at Nis­san, you prob­a­bly are too. If you don’t know, you don’t want to.

I came across this site, Tex­tism. Mostly it’s too eso­teric to even think about min­ing through, but there’s this one page where this guy reviews type­faces sold by Adobe for a hun­dred dol­lars each. That’s a lot of money, but…I seri­ously find it fas­ci­nat­ing that there are let­ter con­nois­seurs, and I feel left out for not get­ting it. Truth­fully I just want to be able to look down my nose at your pedes­trian Ari­als and Time­ses and say things like, “Regret­tably every book pub­lished between 1987 and 1991 was set in some bad Palatino or other; this may be why I watched so much tele­vi­sion in those years.”

In an attempt to fig­ure out why cer­tain things “I’m Feel­ing Lucky”-submitted to Google reli­ably return shock­ing results (try “mis­er­able fail­ure”), I found this inter­est­ing arti­cle on the tech­nique of “Google bomb­ing,” manip­u­lat­ing Google’s search results with blogs through a loop­hole in its algo­rithms. Clever.