Hamburg. We have a problem.
What do the two morons from Rocket & Wink have planned now? Is it not enough that they get on our nerves with their truisms and their wannabe advertising? And on top of that, nosing around in the world of graphics to sell even the last bit of window putty as an adhesive between art and ads?
No! This time around, they shoot themselves up into outer space – with all their crap – to (according to Wink) “heighten their graphical horizons”.
Hopefully the two airheads will soon come back down to earth. It was a waste of time and effort. Will the questions preying on our mind in this “Whatever” ever be answered? Or what?
What does the universe smell like? Can you land backwards on an asteroid? Will Miley Cyrus pick a peck of pickled peppers? Does light clock itself when it is too fast? Is there such a thing as a big bang thang? Has Wink gone out of his mind?
We can talk forever about infinity, but the countdown has already begun.
Sit down. Bring your seats into an upright position. Take a deep breath and off we go into the tenacious tumour of creative craziness.
What do the two morons from Rocket & Wink have planned now? Is it not enough that they get on our nerves with their truisms and their wannabe advertising? And on top of that, nosing around in the world of graphics to sell even the last bit of window putty as an adhesive between art and ads?
No! This time around, they shoot themselves up into outer space – with all their crap – to (according to Wink) “heighten their graphical horizons”.
Hopefully the two airheads will soon come back down to earth. It was a waste of time and effort. Will the questions preying on our mind in this “Whatever” ever be answered? Or what?
What does the universe smell like? Can you land backwards on an asteroid? Will Miley Cyrus pick a peck of pickled peppers? Does light clock itself when it is too fast? Is there such a thing as a big bang thang? Has Wink gone out of his mind?
We can talk forever about infinity, but the countdown has already begun.
Sit down. Bring your seats into an upright position. Take a deep breath and off we go into the tenacious tumour of creative craziness.
