We all know print is dead/dying/coughing up blood. But until recently I never knew who to blame. Then I discovered the ugly, shocking truth which I will now share with you all. Print didn’t just die. It was killed… by cats. Yes, cats. Frigging cats! Don’t believe me? See for yourself.
Who killed print?…
Let’s take a closer look at this dirty deed.
Save it for the litterbox, lady.
Um, no, since you’re pointing to a mouse, not a word. In fact, you’re illiterate. You’re a cat!
Not as scary as a giant black and white polka dot tie with a red striped shirt. This is your designer?
That copyeditor looks like he needs some catnip or he’s gonna start shredding the manuscript. Give the poor guy some yarn at least!
Actually the copyeditor (copycat?) really said, “Here’s another !@#$%! mistake!”
Of course, the printer was in China so the production director should have said “良好的厚纸!”
Seriously, an ascot? Since when did Charles Nelson Reilly do prepress?
OK, fair enough.
I think the prepress cat is going to kick some tail when he hears this crap.
Why are these cats so relaxed when the book is totally screwed up? Can’t they see the deadline right behind them? Sure enough…
Sigh. This is not going to end well.
Assuming there is a next job.
I think a few whiskers ended up in the F&Gs.
Uh, yeah. But instead of going out and selling the book, the cats started a website filled with photos of themselves with silly misspelled captions. And they all got rich and never made another book again.
And then little kitten fell asleep, wishing for an iPhone.
PS If you want to know where these images came from, check out Who Killed Print, Part 2.