Sometimes I can imagine the client. They are frantically trying to divine their masterpiece design in their basement while smoking huge amounts of crack and getting advice from naked Indians. Then when the vision is completed emails are sent, often only vaguely resembling English (and sometimes even containing capital letters and punctuation), with attachments of Excel spreadsheets missing some relevant data, and hideous graphics that look like the result of frantic scribbling in Microsoft Paint. Then comes the moment that I live for, the email that politely asks, "Does this make sense?" as if only a complete idiot would not be able to understand and implement such a simple, yet stunningly brilliant idea.
You are not your fucking website.
Thank you.
