A few weeks ago, when I was sick and desperately trying to get my head out of a fog, I read an email sent to me by suicide blond. It was a link to a wedding invitation, which she described as "reasonably uncomplicated." (Listen up folk: If you really want to make me feel special, use the word "uncomplicated" in a sentence). What I loved about this invite was it's simplicity, and of course, it's fonts. A long time ago, when dinosaurs ruled the earth, I attended a vocational high school named Printing. We were the only school with a printing press and we had to hand set type to print our school newspaper. I remember switching to Journalism, because my shop teacher had said that typesetting was a dying art (and printing was dangerous and messy). Well, we'll show him.