Bleary-Eyed

It’s my last night here in the UK, and I am definitely not going out in style. I spent the day checking out the type-design gang in Reading today, sitting in on some seminars which nearly fried my fragile brain with information overload. Completely awesome information overload, mind you, but an overload all the same. Cat-related complications have been making it pretty hard to sleep, so it was a bit of a challenge to sit still and absorb too much new information at one time. My original plan was to hang out in London one last night with my old pal Tim, but he had to cancel, so I’m biding my time in Reading, sitting around glassy-eyed and tired until it’s a reasonable hour for me to go to sleep once and for all. I’m booked into a drab little guest room on campus for the evening, but at least it’s cat-free so I’ll be able to pass out more efficiently than the last few nights.

I’m a little sad to be leaving, a little disappointed that I didn’t have time to do much or see enough people while I was here, a little intimidated to think about taking out some huge-ass loans, a lot excited about living here for a while, and — in case it wasn’t obvious enough — entirely too delirious with fatigue to make much of a coherent point about anything at the moment.

Typovillains

Brace yourselves, gang, I’m about to geek out way beyond any geekery you’ve seen here yet. Today I’m going to meld together comic geekery and typographic geekery, and it’s not going to be pretty.

I’ve been meaning to rant for a while now about the general crappiness of the electronic lettering used in comics nowadays, which not only sucks all the charm out of traditional hand-lettering, but also leaves the lettering prey to all the mistakes of novice desktop publishers. This started when I kept noticing a simple typesetting error showing up over and over again in dialogue balloons: the use of a double hyphen instead of a proper em dash (– instead of —), a typewriter convention that spills over into amateurish handling of type. In digging up old samples to prove my point, however, I discovered that this was going on way before electronic lettering. Here’s a panel from 1966’s Fantastic Four #47:

Fantastic Four #47

OK, so I guess this particular flub has been going on for a while, probably because traditional letterers were of a similar ilk as their modern peers: neither editors nor real typesetters, either of whom ought to notice things like that. Fine, I’ll let that slide. In the meantime, though, take a gander at the warmth and charm of that lettering. You know why it looks like handwriting? Because each instance of each letter is unique. Simple hand-lettering was cheaper and easier than typesetting, so it made sense, and the crudeness was an appropriate visual match to the artwork and the shortcomings of the reproduction. A perfect unity of tone.

So let’s look at today’s electronic lettering, which is trying to copy the effect of old comics but getting it all wrong. I’ll let this month’s Ultimate Fantastic Four #26 be my scapegoat:

Ultimate Fantastic Four #26

Yeah, that em dash thing. But I said I’d let that slide. Notice how every repeated letter is exactly the same? That, my friends, is why shitty handwriting fonts do not look like handwriting. They look like novelty typefaces. No variation, no warmth, no charm. It’s especially bad form when you get double letters or stacked letters. (Look at “do” and “double” up there.) It’s an affectation, but only taken halfway. Now, I’m not saying modern comics with their detailed art and magnificent reproduction quality should switch to real typefaces. If that happened legions of fanboys, myself included, would probably have massive aneurisms all at once. But since they’re not paying someone to do all that lettering by hand, couldn’t they invest in some better fonts? Some fonts that do a better job of faking the craftsmanship they’re trying to ape? That stuff doesn’t even come with decent letterspacing built in, never mind alternate characters. Gentlemen, we have the technology!

OK, but that’s not even what hurts the worst. Let’s turn our attention back to FF #47, paying a visit to the letter column this time:

Fantastic Four #47

Now, that’s not the best typesetting in the world, but it’s good for what it needs to do. A nice, wide serif typeface that can handle the cruddy printing, and some attention to details like indents, justification, and even ligatures. (Look at the “ffi” in the word “official” — that’s what real typefaces do when they’re used properly, kids.) Since they’re using real type, they’re using good type. Hallelujah!

Ultimate Fantastic Four, however — like most of its contemporaries — makes the Baby Jesus cry:

UFF #26

How to make my eyes bleed, step 1: pick a goofy, “techy” novelty font that ought to be used — and sparingly, one would hope — for titles only, and set paragraphs of text with it. Step 2: set it in white on a black background with no extra letterspacing. Step 3: make sure the line length is super-long and the line spacing is super-tight, so that it’s even harder to read easily. Step 4: center those lines, just to put the rotten cherry on top of the whole thing. Also, those horrible little em dashes that almost look like hyphens, and with no extra room around them! That is not what I want to decipher at the end of a long day.

Now, the thing that pushed me over the edge and made me finally rant like this was actually this image of the Daily Bugle taken from this month’s Daredevil #80 (which otherwise has artwork that’s totally white-hot):

Daredevil #80

Goddamn, could that look any less like the page of a newspaper? And they pull this crap all the time in Daredevil. (I’m afraid to even look at The Pulse, which probably does a little bit in every issue.) Let me enumerate the sins. Problem 1: there are at least 5 different typefaces in use, and none of them would be really good for newspaper. And they shouldn’t ever get used at the same time (Helvetica and Verdana, I’m looking at you!) Even if they were, there would be 2, maybe 3, altogether. Tops. Problem 2: either the Bugle is a letter-sized pamphlet, or that’s the large-print edition. Three columns, with about 35 characters to a line? I call bullshit. Problem 3: Sometimes the paragraphs are flush left, sometimes they’re justified. Sometimes only half the paragraph is flush left but the rest is justified. (That means that someone used a hard return to make a line break mid-paragraph, which is just bad form.) Problem 4: those paragraph indents are word spaces, not proper em spaces or decent-sized tab stops. that’s why it’s kinda hard to see where each paragraph starts. I spend obscene amounts of money each month for this?

Dear Marvel, please give me a dream job as a typography director so I can make you look better and make the world a more better place. And don’t get cocky, DC: you’re next in my sights.

Kicking Off the New Year

Happy New Year! Or at least it goddamn better be. Since the thumpa thumpa coming through my apartment walls has resumed and I can no longer nap in peace, I thought it might be a good time to reflect on the year that’s past and consider the year ahead. See, that way it shows that I’m deep and thoughtful and sensitive, right? (Perhaps I’m just wallowing in sulkiness, though.)

Major Events of 2005:

    • I touched a New Kid’s butt: Much less exciting or tawdry than it sounds, but it makes a good story.
    • My oldest friend almost won an Oscar: I can’t take personal credit, of course, but it was a very big deal and I was exploding with pride.
    • Acute appendicitis: As I often say, nothing is quite as slimming as organ removal. Also, it hurts like a bitch. For weeks. But I’ve got a cool scar. Apparently, I could have died if I hadn’t gotten to my doctor on time.
    • Typecon 2005: My favorite conference came to New York this year, and I loved it again. I count it as an event not just because it was awesome, but because it clarified some things for me and set me down a path that might lead to grad school once and for all.
    • Big, messy break-up: It really did, and continues to, hurt like hell to admit that it was a bad situation, and it was worse to do something about it. Life is a lot better in lots of ways, but I also can’t hide from the fact that I’m still reeling from the giant piles of pain caused by the whole situation.
    • I moved back to Brooklyn: It’s been really nice to have a home of my own again, especially one that actually feels like home. I can’t say exactly why Brooklyn has such a hold on me, but it does. People keep saying that my new place really suits me, which is something that I never heard in Astoria.

Major Accomplishments of 2005:

  • WYSIWYG: We’ve put on damn fine shows this year, and I’m very proud of all the design stuff I’ve done, my two performances this year, and the fact that Chris, Andy, and I have kept this awesome thing going for so long.
  • Design: Much to my surprise, this latest attempt at self-employment has gone pretty well. In fact, I’ve had more work than I can generally handle, which is certainly better than having less than I need. I’ve also managed to do a lot of great work, especially all the stuff for P.S. 122 this past Fall, when they gave me a pretty free hand to art-direct the hell out of all their marketing and promo stuff. It turns out I’m not that bad.
  • Photography: I started taking pictures more seriously this year, and using my own photography in a lot of my design work (and stuff). As a result, I got a bunch of good credits, and I may be branching off into a side business in photography, in case you need anything.
  • Teaching: It also turned out that I’m a pretty good teacher, too, which is great since I’ve wanted to get back to that. I started teaching design and type classes at City College last year, but it became obvious during the last couple of semesters that the students are eager to take my classes, and the administration thinks I’m doing a good job. And, most importantly to me, my students have all been doing good work, and I’ve been able to see really incredible improvement in the ones I’ve had in more than once class, in ways that seem to tie in directly to the things I taught them.
  • The break-up: It was really hard to finally admit how unhappy I was in that situation. It was bad judgement for me to avoid that reality for so long, but ultimately good to deal with it once and for all.

Major Failures of 2005:

  • The break-up: There’s no way for that stuff to go well, especially when you have to choose your own well-being over someone else’s. I failed to make that situation work, and then I failed to convince him to stay my friend.
  • Social life: In fact, I failed to convince just about anyone to stay my friend this year, as near as I can tell. I spent so much time paralyzed by depression, unwilling to admit I was unhappy, and buried in work or lethargy that I pretty much lost touch with most people I know. I feel shitty enough about that, but even shittier about not knowing how to repair the rifts. It’s a big conundrum that being around people I love always makes me feel better overall, but it’s the first thing I stop doing when I feel overwhelmed.
  • Running my own business: Would someone please, please, please be my business manager and accountant? I’m a total idiot when it comes to managing myself. I can do good work, but I overextend myself, underpay myself, drop deadlines, and generally go mental trying to organize it all.
  • Hair: I never got a haircut I really liked when I had a full head of hair, and I can no longer hide the fact that it’s swiftly disappearing. Shaving it off seems to be as much of a cuteness disaster as working with what’s left.

Now here’s the rough part. What am I likely to change in the year ahead? Resolutions are all fine and good, but I think they’re like birthday wishes — better left as secrets until they happen. So what do I think the year will bring me?

Goals for 2006:

  • Grad school: I’m crossing every finger and every toe that it will work out, because I think I’ve found the right place to be, a program where I can go type-crazy without all the other stuff I’d have to deal with in other design programs. I’m off to Reading, England, in a couple of weeks to check it out. If they like me, I like them, and Sallie Mae has some money for me, I’m hoping to be an expat student living abroad before the year is out.
  • Health: As long as I can avoid any other emergency surgeries, I look forward to another year of robust well-being. Hell, now that my bike isn’t hidden in a basement anymore, I may find myself a becoming little trim in addition to the skinny thing I’ve managed to rediscover already.
  • Travel: So far I know I’ll be in England in January and Boston in August. I’d like to spread my wings a little farther than that if I can.
  • Friends: If you’ll all bear with me and kick me in the ass from time to time if there’s too much radio silence, I would really like to reconstruct the tattered remains of my circle of friends. It wasn’t you, it was me, and I’m a lot better with you than without you.

[Editor’s note: I realize this whole entry has been long and badly written. I wince when I look at all those repetitive conjunctions and clauses. Fuck it, though, I’m tired and need another nap.]