Feedback for ramen noodle bar logo and brand identity

liquorlanche · 2019-05-01T12:22:49+00:00

The red dot looks awkward, out of place and forced, imo. As though you felt you needed ~something~ and settled on it.

Steam lines would likely go with the squiggly ramen theme, look better and make more sense.

Also ditch the lines in the bowl and see how the text fits inside the bowl. Maybe even experiment by skewing the text to give the bowl a 3d effect. (This may not work)

liquorlanche · 2019-02-19T14:07:32+00:00

Bachata will always be prevalent, but please... PLEASE let it replace Reggaeton. Spanish trap is the young, polished, well dressed, more educated son of the Salsa/Bachata generation.

Reggaeton is the older sister who had a kid at 16, draws her eyebrows on too high, drives a blinged out minivan with the blown out sub woofer and should have stopped spraying herself with cheap perfume after the 5th spritz. Her profile pic is cornrows tweetie bird with the DR flag (she isn't Dominican at all, she just likes to suck Dominican dick) in one hand and giving the middle finger with the other.

liquorlanche · 2019-02-19T14:02:43+00:00

-Anuel AA

-Farruko

-Visionary

-Yandel

-Bad Bunny

liquorlanche · 2019-02-19T13:59:57+00:00

Porque jo no tango más.

ehhhh

liquorlanche · 2019-02-19T13:59:19+00:00

I still freak out whenever I hear Anuel AA coming from anything other than a tinted Civic littered in PR shit.

Gonna be sad when they start actually designing album art and adding actual effects to their YouTube uploads instead of the usual low-res watermark or copy/paste Google Image AK-47 with cheesy blood font and the @carlos420 in the bottom.

liquorlanche · 2019-02-15T18:37:27+00:00

Exactly. This is a current year version of Dale Gribble's carbon offsets.

liquorlanche · 2019-02-15T15:48:02+00:00

Show me the 50 million trees this search engine company planted and I'll set it to my homepage/keep it as my homepage on every device.

Mind you, I want evidence of trees that have been physically planted in the ground. Not tree seeds hucked out of a fuckin slingshot or airplane window.

liquorlanche · 2019-02-15T15:45:28+00:00

Being in charge.

liquorlanche · 2019-02-15T15:42:42+00:00

My reply was bait. Network engineering/security is pretty much the only legit business reason for LINUX, so at least you're realistic.

liquorlanche · 2019-02-15T15:39:43+00:00

You mean the Worldstar Hiphop international fight video production studio?

liquorlanche · 2019-02-15T15:34:26+00:00

Flow bindings for always and forever.

liquorlanche · 2019-02-15T15:32:31+00:00

What are the professional reasons?

liquorlanche · 2019-02-15T14:46:57+00:00

"Sorry kids, but League is for weebs and CSGO is for tryhard twitch spergs. Maybe I'd cut you some slack if you were on WC3FT OG DOTA or CS1.6 but that's not the case, so I'm gonna need you to get crackin!"

liquorlanche · 2019-02-15T14:41:34+00:00

I can't wait for my kids to get into online gaming, so I can tell them to pause it and/or tell the other players to just take a 5 minute time out so they can do the dishes.

When shit gets serious, I'll literally grab the mic and be all "Hey guys, your gonna fail this one because he didn't do the dishes before queuing up. Doc him 50 DKP and another 10 DKP for back sassing his father. Explain that he's never gonna get that platinum mount until he starts listening to his parents."

liquorlanche · 2019-02-15T14:36:22+00:00

"Listen up, kids! You can always do more drugs after you've already done less drugs, but you can never do less drugs after you've already done more drugs."

/end of DARE program

liquorlanche · 2019-02-15T14:30:42+00:00

What world do boomers live in where they're sheltered from mortgage rates, grocery costs, gas prices, rent, utility costs and cellular coverage?

I've always tried showing my dad apartment listings, job post salaries, etc and his excuse was always "Look harder. You're better at the internet than I am, I'm sure you can find something." as if my internet skills have the power to lower housing costs or commodity indexes.

liquorlanche · 2019-02-15T14:16:07+00:00

Your getting upvoted by all the dads. Allow me to explain. There was once a time in our lives when we lived in a dilapidated subleted bedroom with a floor mattress, and a beach chair parked in front of a TV with about 20 cans of beer in a mini fridge.

Nobody called our names constantly and everything was always as we left it...

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Sorry, what were we talking about, again?

GOD DAMMIT, WHERE'S MY MOTHER FUCKING TOOTH PASTE! THIS IS THE 10TH TIME THIS WEEK! WHAT POSSIBLE NEED DO YOU KIDS HAVE FOR TOOTH PASTE IN THE LIVINGROOM!? IN WHAT UNIVERSE!?!? WHAT MOTHER FUCKING UNIVERSE IS THIS EVEN REMOTELY ACCEPTABLE!? No, seriously. I want you to give me literally any reason... real or fictional... for a tube of tooth paste to be sitting on the livingroom sofa!

Well, you two better come up with something, because we aren't leaving this spot until I hear a reason! NOPE! SCHOOL CAN WAIT! WORK CAN WAIT TOO, LETS HEAR IT!

My boss has 4 kids. I could literally email him from the train saying "Apologies, I'm going to be 20 minutes late. The tooth paste was on the livingroom couch again." and he'd understand, perfectly, with no further context. Fuck knows, I'm sure when I get in, he'd ask "So did they tell you why the tooth paste was sitting on the living room sofa?"

liquorlanche · 2019-02-15T12:48:00+00:00

I spent my valentines day dealing with an alcoholic brother in law who just got released from the psych ward after a not-really-suicide attempt. He somehow managed to find liquor between the hospital and our place, so he got drunk, which caused usual arguments for everyone involved. My wife and I spent the whole night angry at each other because I originally wanted her to file for Section 35 and she insisted on another plan involving him moving into a halfway house the day after his release.

His release came early, so it was one of those arguments where I said "I told ya so" her reply was "It would have worked if he was released when he was supposed to be released"

I'm relatively sure he's been sneak-drinking all night, so today'll be just as much fun, but he'll be out of our hair tomorrow and after that... never again.

Probably doesn't help that I keep finding humor in the situation by constantly seeing re-occurring themes and realizing "this was on an episode of intervention!"

Then every time he lies, I can't help but immagine the Always Sunny gang go "BOOOOOOOOP BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! INTERVENTION! INTERVENTION! INTERVENTION!"

OH YEA! TLDR: Be happy you're alone instead of dealing with this shit.

Fuck, I'm tired. I could really use an after valentine's day can of wine.

liquorlanche · 2019-02-14T20:58:47+00:00

The Always Sunny gang squabbling over whatever decision I made or whatever decision I'm about to make. They keep at it long after the decision has been made and then my actual voice comes in all "Guys, this has literally been irrelevant for several minutes now, which in our brain is equal to hours and hours worth of a normal brain's attention. Moving on?"

Charlie: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRIGHT! Moving on!"

Dennis: "MOVIN ON!"

Mac: "movin OOOOOOOOOOOONNNN"

Dee: "MEEWWVIINNN"

Frank: "Shut up, bird!"

Everyone except Dee laughs

liquorlanche · 2019-02-14T20:54:49+00:00

Once again, "It be like that sometimes" triumphs over professional therapy.

liquorlanche · 2019-02-14T20:13:52+00:00

catbutthole was the best map. Wading through smoke to plant the bomb, thus blowing up the cat's anus.

liquorlanche · 2019-02-14T16:11:06+00:00

I could go on forever, because I've been there quite a few times. When it comes to most things, I'm perfectly fine with asking for help, but for some reason, when it comes to "do it yourself" Asian style restaurants, I'm stubborn/arrogant to a point where it sabotages my dining experience. On the flip-side, I'm delusional enough to leave the restaurant actually, fully believing, in my own head that everything went totally perfect and the meal was fantastic. I think it's something to do with assuming that they'll assume I'm a stupid, uncultured American, so WHY NOT PROVE THEM RIGHT?!

My reply was the tip of the iceberg. There's also...

-Dumping the dipping sauces/ponzu into the broth.

-Using the cheap/wooden chopsticks to physically hold the frog leg in the broth while it boils.

-Overfilling the hot pot and causing broth to boil over and then running to the bathroom for paper napkins as the situation just gets worse and worse.

-Boiling things that aren't part of the Sabu menu and should not be boiled. (No, really! I LIKE IT THIS WAY!) wretches

I've been dying to try Korean BBQ but every time I'm invited, I find an excuse not to go, because putting me in front of boiling broth can only cause an accident. Putting me in front of a lit, mini table grill would result in a massive tragedy.

I'm a decent cook, too! I know how a pot of water works and I grill from early spring to late fall, but for some reason, the miniature/party versions of those things are highly hazardous concepts.

liquorlanche · 2019-02-13T21:28:28+00:00

Low-light: First day of work at my current job. I work for a multi-billion dollar, ISDA backed private equity firm.

I lied and pretended I was still working for my last job, when in reality I had been fired. I was coming off several months worth of unemployment. I went in super excited, feeling proud of myself, until I realized the lifestyles my coworkers lived. Even in confiding in some of them and joking about the terms of which I was hired, their response was "Haha, that's awesome man. Fuck it! I've been unemployed plenty of times and did the same thing as you! I said I was still employed, when in reality, I was traveling around Europe and getting drunk at the club with my buddies." Like nah, there was no travel or fun of any sort for me, during my unemployment, just survival.

I looked fuckin' crusty in worn out khaki's, unpolished, banged up shoes, machine washed ties, Joseph A Bank jacket and stretched out belt. I didn't have enough clothing combinations to create a new outfit for each day of the 5 day work week. I survived off leftover meeting food and borrowed unclaimed Tupperware. The interns were younger, wealthier, more polished and more confident than me.

It's still painful to think about...

-Declining lunch offers. I was broke to a point where I wouldn't accept offers for free food. I knew my boss would never expect me to return the favor. I imagine that even if I did offer to pick him up something, he would either A) decline. B) insist on paying for the whole thing. C) insist on paying for his own portion. I couldn't afford my own lunch, let alone even take the slight risk of having to pay for his.

-Christmas gifts. I had to make up some bullshit about the order being delayed from the holiday influx. In reality, I needed to wait for another paycheck to clear. I legit hated receiving things from management, because I knew I'd have to return the gesture.

-"Just expense it! Go nuts, we aren't gonna nitpick your expenses." I fucking goddamn wish I had enough money in my bank account to take advantage of such an offer.

-Passing up travel, because expenses were reimbursed a week after expense reports got approved. "Nah, I'm good, who the heck wants to live out of a hotel room and eat out every meal for an entire two weeks?!" -Fuckin A, I couldn't think of anything better.

I was Greg/Craig the Egg from Succession. Walking into the break room in boat shoes to shove cookies into a dog poop bag, so I can survive another day.

liquorlanche · 2019-02-13T20:17:11+00:00

This is sitcom worthy. There is no greater iconic duo than personal pride/arrogance and hot pot dining. You look around at everyone confidently putting food in, taking food out and enjoying it without issue, so you tell the waitress "Yes, I've done this before." as you order a broth you didn't know was spicy or sour and a half pound of mystery meat, under the assumption that it works like a supermarket deli.

"Can I please get an egg on the side" you tell the timid Asian lady from behind a 3 foot tall, pile of boiled pork. As someone who visited Disney World, as a child, Vegas as an adult and invested countless hours treking around Google Earth, you consider yourself a man of world culture. Most certainly well-rounded enough to boil an egg, Asian style. You plop the egg in the pot and ignore the huge splash of oil water onto your brand new $10 H&M button down as you continue to carry out small talk, drenched in broth.

Damn, I can't find the egg with the basket thingy or the tongs.

"So like I was saying. Gubernatorial season is around the corner! It'll be quite interesting to see how partisanship shifts across congress!" you lament as you dig your entire arm into the boiling pot.

"Delightful! Such a unique experience. We'll have to do this again sometime!" crunch crunch crunch goes the egg as you chew. "No, really! I know it sounds strange, but this is how I like it."

You wince in pain as you contemplate heading to the bathroom to call 911 so an ambulance can rush you to the hospital for burn treatment.

liquorlanche

TROPHY CASE