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On tap over at Bugs & Cranks, though a bit less timely now that the game has started:
Clash of the Titans: It's Smoltz. It's Glavine. It's April. Cue the 'epic battle' music.
And now, back to the irregularly scheduled program.
"I've got no eye for color, limited knowledge about proper composition, and the mad Photoshop skillz of a lobotomized arthritic moose."
It's not that I don't appreciate aestetics and beauty, mind you. It's just that I'm no good at creating them. I've got no eye for color, limited knowledge about proper composition, and the mad Photoshop skillz of a lobotomized arthritic moose.
Luckily, it doesn't usually matter.
Only, unluckily, this time it does.
Of course, as usual I have help. Lots and lots and lots of help. There are at least a half dozen people who could -- and therefore will -- have strong, loud, and no doubt mutually exclusive opinions about how the site should look. Which leads me to remember the first principle of designing public web sites, The Law of Diminishing Redesigns:
In this case, we need something to demo by the end of the month, and an active site a couple of weeks later. The structure is relatively simple, so it should be no problem to post a perfectly reasonable, attractive, and informative site in that time frame.
On the other hand, project 'completion' should occur by -- lessee, carry the four, three times nine is twenty-seven, add six weeks for debating the color of the logo, and... we should just be able to squeeze it in by June. Two thousand and twelve. If we hire the graphics designer now. Chop chop.
Nah, I kid. These are all reasonable people, and the site's just a small part of what I'm supposed to be doing. It couldn't possibly turn into a 'thing', right?
RIGHT?
Dammit. Can I go back to intranet stuff now? Some of us just weren't meant to make pretty things.