It was designed for revenge, and -- if all goes according to the ways of backwards Italy -- shall be launched into action around Monday afternoon L.A. time.
A friend is trying to make her way into the Istituto Europeo di Design in Rome. The rules are simple enough: put together a paragraph or two about how your design would help change the world, and couple it with an illustration (or photograph) of said design. If they like it, you move to the next round, with the Grand Prize being a full scholarship and the requisite life in Rome. She called upon my illustrative skills to help her meet the deadline of Sunday. By Saturday at 3pm Pacific time, her selection had been uploaded with 12-24 hours to spare.
Or was it???
First thing's first: In proper Italian fashion, the website wasn't at all clear as to the "exact" deadline of the contest.... just, "Sunday". In addition, she found the process of uploading her material incomprehensible and ultimately self-defeating (another Italian trait). As of Sunday evening, she STILL has no clue as to whether her offering had been successfully uploaded.
And yes, she speaks and reads fluent Italian.
Quite a few of the contestants had submitted what amounted to pure garbage (very Italian, depending on your point of view as to what constitutes "garbage"). How about bringing back '50's style fashion? Brilliant. And while you're at it, why not go all the way by diving into your dad's garage and busting out that 1958 Philco tube TV and that creaky pair of wooden skis. Yes... hitting up Mammoth with two planks of lumber strapped to your feet will DEFINITELY change your life -- for the worse. Or, how about a multi-colored scarf that Jerry Garcia just wiped his ass with? Certainly, it would change the world by calling into... ummm.... by recognizing the plight of..... errrr..... ah fuck it! It's a tie dyed piece of fabric a Skittles mass murderer might proudly don.
But Cassandra's idea was choice. I'd think she'd have a great chance of moving forward, if only she knew if her "submission" moved forward?? She'll find out Monday morning via phone if Luigi the webmaster spilled his stale chianti on the server whilst in the midst of a spaghetti battle with his fork.
If she misses out due to their server disregarding her upload (since, naturally, spaghetti can NEVER be the culprit), then the cartoon will be launched.
Not much of a retaliatory strike, but at least it'll place a wicked smile on her face. For a brief moment, vengeance shall be hers... and for this cartoonist, that's good enough.
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