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A rare photo of Stage One of Lizarding. At this stage, the process is relatively painless and the victim is often unaware of the danger.
One time I had my bag stolen at a train station and it had my sketch book in it with pencils and shit and other dumb small artist things and maybe some misc. shit like tiny toys, books or buttons.
But anyway…I kinda wish I saw the thief’s fave when they looked through my sketch book and saw it filled to the brim with gay ben 10 porn.
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I’m a freelance graphic designer and I have worked for this company for a few years. I’ve done their reports, company website, business cards, you name it. Some time ago, they hired someone to handle all their marketing and communication strategies, so I would work only with him in order to streamline everything.
Comms Guy: Hi, could you please send the newsletter files to the printer? I sent the file I had, but there’s something wrong with it. Also, the guys at the printer said they needed to add a few pages.
Me: I’m sorry, but what files? No one told me the newsletter was approved. And what printer? And why would they need to add pages? What content would be on those pages?
Long story short, the comms guy sent an outdated Powerpoint presentation to be printed, by mistake. He didn’t call me beforehand, and didn’t even think it was strange that the printer wanted to add blank pages at the end, because the document they got didn’t have the right number of pages.
I kindly explained to him he was going to print the wrong file, which would surely result in a very poor newsletter, and might come as nasty surprise for his boss.
Comms Guy: Your point being?
Someone doesn’t care much about their professional choices.










