It’s a Dune reference. Chill.
(H/T: Fark) Anyway, there’s an entire section of society out there, and it’s dedicated to a war to the knife over a font:
You just know that the editor insisted on the word ‘font’ being in the title.
Vincent Connare designed the ubiquitous, bubbly Comic Sans typeface, but he sympathizes with the world-wide movement to ban it.
Mr. Connare has looked on, alternately amused and mortified, as Comic Sans has spread from a software project at Microsoft Corp. 15 years ago to grade-school fliers and holiday newsletters, Disney ads and Beanie Baby tags, business emails, street signs, Bibles, porn sites, gravestones and hospital posters about bowel cancer.
The font, a casual script designed to look like comic-book lettering, is the bane of graphic designers, other aesthetes and Internet geeks. It is a punch line: “Comic Sans walks into a bar, bartender says, ‘We don’t serve your type.'” On social-messaging site Twitter, complaints about the font pop up every minute or two. An online comic strip shows a gang kicking and swearing at Mr. Connare.
That would be Achewood.
Personally, I don’t see overmuch what the fuss is about, but there certainly seems to be a bit of one over all of this. Just in case you were thinking that the political stuff got all the obsession in the blogosphere.