JOKERMAN

The font above makes me want to fabricate tales about longing to join the circus, which I have never wanted to do. (Join the circus that is. I always want to fabricate tales.) Being a circus man, or even a carny, seems like an honest way to make a living; much like a blacksmith or a steamboat captain. Sure, you would probably end up being a lush from trying to drink away the memory of that last gag that no one laughed at. And since you were tight, your next performance would be a little bit worse than the previous one, making it necessary for you to drink even more. At least you would put in a hard day's work and fall asleep like a baby every night. If only computer keyboards were more like elaborate steam-powered Hammond B3's, requiring one to use their entire body to type. Then maybe office people could sleep at night instead of suffering from insomnia. Rather than getting Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, people would get a full-body workout. Then honest people, like fishermen and farmers, would be drawn towards the rich rewards of office life. Just like people were drawn out west during the California Gold Rush. Maybe this country might get its feet back on the ground and start making some real progress. Actually, this font does not remind me of the circus at all. It was a forced perception, and a weak one at that. It really makes me think of Spaghetti Westerns.