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Normally I work as a technical illustrator, but my cousin asked if I would make banners for their...

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Normally I work as a technical illustrator, but my cousin asked if I would make banners for their boss’ business. It turns out he wasn’t doing my any favors bringing me this job.

First of all, all the assets they sent me (photos, logo, etc) were sent in a word document and 2 inches wide. They were meant to go on a 5 foot banner.

Me: These files are completely unsuitable for the purpose. Please send me larger files. Or, if you’d like, I can reproduce them at a higher resolution for additional charge.

The client never responded, just kept making additional requests without acknowledging what I’d said. I shrugged, redid the logo, and kept working.

Me: These are all last minute changes. I’m happy to do them, but I have to charge you extra because I will be pulling overtime to get them done.

Client: Just change it and send them to the printers.

I finished the job and sent an invoice. NOW the client decided to speak up.

Client: I don’t feel the extra charges you made is appropriate. We supplied you with the files we needed. You didn’t need to do anything to them.

Me: All the files you sent me were too small, and would have looked like garbage blown up to banner size. Please see my previous emails about the additional cost for these changes.

Client: The original files were good enough, and I don’t see why I should incur additional charges when I supplied you with everything you needed. Also, you shouldn’t charge me for those late revisions. They were all things I asked for from the beginning: I was just insisting that they be there. You should only charge me for revisions if they were for major changes.

I only got half the money I asked for as despite all the emails and communication they still refused to pay me for the changes they requested.

I still haven’t forgiven my cousin for bringing this CFH to me.

Needless to say, Christmas will be awkward

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minderella
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So your cousin gave you a lead that *you* chose to pursue, that *you* chose to continue working with even though you weren't getting the collateral you needed, and for whom *you* chose to do additional work outside of project scope without an amended contract. Yep, I can see why *you* would blame your cousin instead of taking a long look at your own work practices. #DesignersFromHell
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Fascinating. (via azula)

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Fascinating. (via azula)

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incidentalcomics: I drew this comic four years ago this week! It...

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incidentalcomics:

I drew this comic four years ago this week! It means more to me than ever.

Posters are available at my shop.

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thegetty:Lightning captured in a stereograph from 1900.

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Lightning captured in a stereograph from 1900.

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Where's the other half?
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Fatwood

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Fatwood, also known as "fat lighter,"... "pine knot," "lighter knot," "heart pine"... is derived from the heartwood of pine trees. This resin-impregnated heartwood becomes hard and rot-resistant. The stump (and tap root) left in the ground after a tree has fallen or has been cut is an excellent source of fatwood. Other locations, such as the joints where limbs intersect the trunk, can also be harvested...

Because of the flammability of terpene, fatwood is prized for use as kindling in starting fires. It lights quickly even when wet, is very wind resistant, and burns hot enough to light larger pieces of wood. A small piece of fatwood can be used many times to create tinder by shaving small curls and using them to light other larger tinder. The pitch-soaked wood produces an oily, sooty smoke, and it is recommended that one should not cook on a fire until all the fatwood has completely burned out.

Heartwood (or duramen) is wood that as a result of a naturally occurring chemical transformation has become more resistant to decay. Heartwood formation is a genetically programmed process that occurs spontaneously... Heartwood is often visually distinct from the living sapwood, and can be distinguished in a cross-section where the boundary will tend to follow the growth rings...

Sapwood (or alburnum) is the younger, outermost wood; in the growing tree it is living wood, and its principal functions are to conduct water from the roots to the leaves and to store up and give back according to the season the reserves prepared in the leaves. However, by the time they become competent to conduct water, all xylem tracheids and vessels have lost their cytoplasm and the cells are therefore functionally dead. All wood in a tree is first formed as sapwood. The more leaves a tree bears and the more vigorous its growth, the larger the volume of sapwood required.
One of the pleasant memories of my childhood in Minnesota is of searching through the woods with my mother looking for pine knots to put in the fireplace.  We used them to add a pleasant odor to the cabin, not for kindling per se.

Lots more things you wouldn't know at the heartwood link.

Photo (cropped for size) via the Mildly Interesting subreddit.
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The politics of resentment

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Do you want to know how a corrupt, incompetent, sleazy plutocrat and reality TV show host became president of the United States? It’s not because he’s doing good things for some underclass, or because he’s representing the under-represented, or even because the Russians told people to vote for him. It’s actually because a lot of resentful white people felt like waving a middle finger at everyone. Here’s a beautiful example of that phenomenon, the ‘hobby’ of “rolling coal”, that is, tricking out your truck so you can make it spew dirty black clouds of smoke at people.

Entire dissertations could be written about rolling coal. Even more than Trump’s ascension, it seems to perfectly capture a moment in time, an inarticulate yawp of protest from angry white men. They feel disdained and overlooked and they will blow thick black smoke in your face until you pay attention.

There’s no faux nostalgia involved. Unlike with, say, hunting, there’s no tale of rugged rural self-sufficiency to draw on. This is not some sturdy heartland tradition with which meddlesome elites want to interfere.

Rolling coal is new; it just caught on a few years ago. It does not improve the performance of a truck. It has no practical application or pragmatic purpose of any kind. It is purely aggressive, a raw expression of defiance: I can pollute your air, for no reason, and no one can stop me.

It makes sense. Donald Trump is the political equivalent of just vomiting disgusting sludge on people.

This is not rational. They’re spending thousands of dollars to modify their trucks to be less efficient, just to spite people.

But to diesel owners like Corey Blue of Roanoke, Ill., the very efforts to ban coal rolling represent the worst of government overreach and environmental activism. Your bill will not stop us! Mr. Blue wrote to Will Guzzardi, a state representative who has proposed a $5,000 fine on anyone who removes or alters emissions equipment.

Why don’t you go live in Sweden and get the heck out of our country, Mr. Blue wrote. I will continue to roll coal anytime I feel like and fog your stupid eco-cars.

Remember this when they start babbling about freedom. It’s only freedom for them, and they’re not going to tolerate the freedom of others to drive a more efficient and ecologically sound vehicle, like a Prius…and some like to fog bicyclists as well.

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I followed a coal roller after he shot his load on a bicyclist team out practicing on the crazy country hills out where I live. This particular coal roller had absolutely no issue barfing black smelly ick on the roadside, but he was such a coward that he had one of those holographic films over his license plate to disallow accurate photos of the plate. I followed him down the hill and into the first gas station in town. I hopped out of my car with my camera. His first comment to me? "You can't take my picture! That's an invasion of privacy!!!" He must pat himself on the back for being such a clever and righteous criminal, fighting the stinky fight.
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