Two brothers, both princes, had an argument.

Two beautiful maidens had been presented to their father, the Sultan, by the ruler of a neighbouring land (a custom which is, naturally, abhorrent to us now, but was certainly acceptable to the princes, and, as it happened, the maidens in question). The argument, then, was over to which prince (or princes), the maidens should be wed.

For a couple of years now, I’ve been doing the posters for all the kids’ shows at The Court Theatre (about four a year). It’s a fun little illustration job that brings with it its own challenges, and over time I’d like to think I’ve got pretty good at it, so I thought I’d detail a bit of my process in case anyone was interested in that sort of thing.

I lose count of the number of times I enter passwords every day. Sure, there are a few brave souls trying to fix that, but it’s a way off yet. I still think, though, that for all its ubiquity, login is broken.

I’m not necessarily talking about interfaces here (although I’ve seen some truly egregious specimens): I mean the word “login”.

Three interface designers are sitting around trying to use a Blackberry.

Sounds like the start of a joke, right? Well, kind of.

One thing I did for Webstock was I started Twittering again. Basically, it was a pretty sweet deal, because I felt like I was part of the elite Webstock underground, getting @replies from people I’d never met. But in the days since, I think I’ve picked up on why I left Twitter in the first place, and replaced it (essentially) with updates to my Facebook status:

Twitter can’t grammar.