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I was a contributing artist to Letterhead Fonts, until I was deemed "unhappy" by Chuck Davis, and since he didn't "like my tone" on a phone call he made to me, he deleted me and my fonts right off his site. I wrote him a letter to see if I could get him to reconsider. I received a very rude reply back, with his closing statement of, "Lay off the pot Larry, it's making you paranoid." Shows you how much he knows, I don't smoke pot. He's just a diminutive little weasel, that has no clue on how to discuss any issue with anyone. It's his way, or the highway. What a total as! Please, don't buy anything from that jerk!
Sincerely,
Larry White
Sorry Mr. D.
I noticed some other points of view on a similiar topic over on the Letterville Bullboard.
Feelin all warm and generous this holiday season,
thought I'd leave a little Christmas story for all my Letterhead and Dead Men friends...
Merry Christmas to all....
"Anyhow, gettin'back to the beginning of the story, my granddaddy come over from Scotland, you see. He was actually part of the Mactwill clan. Uh, the, uh, clan tartan was kind of gold and purple, if I remember correctly. I never wore a lick of it myself. Dropped the " Mac" part of the name when he decided to come out West.. on account of he figured it'd get him more work and all. Well, he sure was a lovely gentleman, my granddaddy, he sure was. How 'bout your family history there, Cole? Let me guess. Kind of figured you for a German, huh? I mean, am I right? Am I close? Austrian? ...It’s all just about stillness and motion ain’t it really in the end? Stillness bein’ a woman thing, ya know. I don’t know, motion bein’ about us, about men. What the heII do we know in the end anyway, all that movin’ about. Crikey, it’s just about a home really. Stillness to you of course is never ever openin’ your mouth. Course what the heII would you know about women anyway, I mean a woman, you know what I mean, Cole. Huh?
-Twill, your jawin’ is making me loose my will to live.
Wilson, you are a funny one. You’re actually gonna try to convince me that the difference between your wantin’ to stay on this planet, or beneath it, is my talkin’? You best take stock in yourself son. Huh? I mean, you were someone’s son once weren’t ya? Your poor ole father. God almighty. I don’t know if you’ve been told this before, but a, Jesus, your insides are a little low on temperature, ain’t they? I remember the coldest dam winters, my whole body freezin’ up, fingers, couldn’t even move ‘em, funny, I just think about Christmas. Well, that’s me...that’s me. Fireplace, someone waitin’ for ya. Winters can be cold, Wilson, I remember lot of ‘em. Ya, just the smell of someone familiar, the sound of somethin’ other than your own dam shadow...and a warm fire...
-Don’t walk away from me!
Oh Jeez... Jesus... God, god, she’d had the longest eyes that I ever did see...hide there...’til you’re...the boys, come touch me...
-SHUT UP!
...and I’d come out again... I guess I’ve been livin’ there ever since...
-SHUT UP!
...they’re in your fingers...
-SHUT UP!
...the boy...the boys are all the forgiveness you ever gonna need...
-SHUT UP! Here...eat ‘em. I bet, under all that horseshit that you call a brain, you thought there was a pony, didn’t ya?
Wilson...I can see your heart."
Oh why was I born with a different face.
Why was I not born like the rest of my race.
When I look, each one starts.
When I speak, I offend,
Then I'm silent and passive and lose every friend.
Okay......okay...I was willing to mind my own business.
I was willing to respect your little website and treat you like a man,
but you couldn't leave it alone, could ya.
You couldn't let a man sell a couple nice fonts on your precious piece of - website.
Okay, you want to delete my fonts...I'll get 'em for ya. Alright, you can have my fonts...
HERE! ...HERE'S MY FONTS!
Hey! Where ya going? Huh?! You forgot the fonts! You forgot the fonts!
I'm going home! CLEAR A PATH YOU @#&*>$ %^&*#$!
CLEAR A PATH!! I'M GOING HOME!!!
When we get to Rio Seco, we'll take care of the business between us.....
Last edited by Larry White on Wed Dec 30, 2009 1:46 pm, edited 2 times in total.
English? Who will read it?
I will write my language in the first world language ever writen..... Latin.
The language of knowledge, the language of the Roman empire, the language the priests speak if they to god.
Who wants to speak English on judgementday? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dlr90NLDp-0
I just woke up and had a dream about Larry.... he was showing his place with a webcam and there were many other glass treasures, neverseen before. All eyecandy and....... in Latin.
Beware of the signs and stay on the road!
I remember heard about a trip of American Letterheads going to a meet somewhere up in Scotland two years ago. They did not read the signs......
Now look what happened: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3FTkAS15zk
And some of them want to go with me to eastern Europe, the land of Transylvania.
Read the signs I say
On the local favorite sushi bar's specials menu, they had a "My Roll", which is to dream up whatever ya like.
Thought I'd take 'em up on that offer, so I created this...the Dog Roll!
California roll wrapped in Hamachi, then topped with Uni and Tako! It was all in order!
Next time, I think I'll ask for the CA roll to be made with soy paper instead of seaweed, then have the whole thing topped with a sprinkling of Ikura, because, improvement makes delicious rolls, but crooked rolls without improvement, are rolls of genius!
I wonder why you get that rumblin’ sound in your stomach anyway whenever your hungry, jesus, I wonder what that’s about, some kinda, the liquids in there just kinda got nothin’ to hold them down, or somethin’ ya figure? Crikey, I sure could go for somethin’, I know we can’t stop now.