I think my adorable husband, the Professor, has a sickness. I caught him on the internet the other day indulging in his number one temptation: fonts.
Yes, FONTS. He was on some site, palms sweaty, sort of stressed, because he could not find the "buy" button.
"Where do I buy these fonts?!"
"There's a million of them!"
"Look at that!!!"
"These are bad...but look at these---these are gorgeous! Oh man..."
"I don't know if I would pay that much for a collection of fonts....." (they were a few grand?)
What is this world coming to? I mean, is my husband the only one? Please tell me yes. I want to know for sure that he is truly the writer freak that he is and that there is truly no one else out there like him because frankly enough, it is sort of strange. It is sort of easy to deal with, but how do I understand this malady?
We can basically go anywhere and he can tell me some crazy name of a font this or that company uses in their sign. "Crate and Barrel uses (such and such) font. Look at it."
I don't even know what font I am using right NOW. I mean, it says "font." I am too lazy to scroll down.
He makes these manuals and brings them home to show me. Truly, they are beautiful, he is amazing at his job. He is a superb writer, a fabulous designer, and boy does he have an eye for the beautiful. But----I don't get it. "Look at this font, it makes this look so sleek!"
Huh? Sure, honey.