Who hasn’t designed something that he’d rather not? Then who hasn’t had problems selling it to the client as it was like paradise? It’s something designers face all the time. It’s like booking a trip to paradise and arriving in a shit hole, only you know beforehand you’re going to a shit hole and when arriving there convincing yourself you’re in paradise. I think desiging is mostly living a lie and trying hard to believe it. Well, I don’t want to believe it ever. That’s probably why I draw strips about shit holes and believe it’s paradise drawing it. (O-oh I feel a strip coming).

Some clients own designs (read: the ones they “make” themselves) make my head explode like a nuclear blast that I can spot from a mile and a few meetings away. Unfortunately a mile is not far enough to get away from the fall-out. As the strip shows I see the design itself triggering the mechanism of my brains. My brains have many mechanisms and yet clients always seem to find the right wire (it’s always the red one). BTW: All my clients work in the local bomb squad.
(WARNING: some comments of my own might lead to new strips).