Goddamn, that’s a good logo. I watched the reveal trailer early this morning, and aside from thinking about how likely those folks are to lose or break their screens; or how glad I am that motion controls don’t look like they’re in the picture; or how it’s nice that this machine is kind of a throwback to the original Famicom in a lot of ways; all I could think about was how friggin’ awesome the Switch’s logo is. Honestly, it’s the best console logo since the Dreamcast or Gamecube.
1. It’s elegant and simple. A rounded square, cut in half – one side filled, one side empty. Add a high dot on the left side and a low dot on the right side, and it’s complete. Simple. Effective.
2. It uses the most iconic feature of the product to communicate its idea. “All right, we’ve got these two controller doohickeys-” “JoyCons.” “Okay, Jon, ‘JoyCons,’ and we slide them onto either side of the screen-” “That’s the console, Fred.” “Would you shut up, Jon. Jesus. I’m trying to figure out what stands out the most about this thing.” … The JoyCons take the controller layout that everyone’s more-or-less familiar with, and seem to use it to a rather unique effect; and, because of the way that they are split, they made the perfect subject for the logo. Moreover, with just a simple animation and sound effect, it was perfect for a clever motion graphic.
3. It alludes to something familiar. It’s no coincidence that one side is empty and one side filled. If we removed the red field and rendered the logo purely in black and white, it would look quite similar to a yin yang - which is surprisingly fitting when one considers what the Switch is. “Oh hey, you’ve got some console in your handheld.” “Oh hey, you’ve got some handheld in your console.” Provided everything I’ve been taught about the yin yang isn’t total bullplop, it’s a nice allusion to the machine’s duality. Seriously, if they release a version of the Switch featuring a black JoyCon L with a white stick and buttons, and a White JoyCon R with a black stick and buttons, I AM FUCKING SOLD.
I probably forgot about some reasons the logo is awesome, as it’s been some time between when I initially thought of this and when I actually had time to write it. I really like that logo. If I ever find out who designed it, and if I ever meet whomever designed it, that person is getting a handshake and a drink.
Euphoria wasn’t even close to the feeling that erupted from
the depths of your body when you thought about your boyfriend. You never knew
this type of happiness could exist and rely all within one person. Your heart
yearned for him when he wasn’t there just as a virus does for a host.
Happiness captivated your mind while you rested your back
against the pillows with his toned arm molding the nape of your neck. Your
fingers twisting amongst his other hand that rested on your abdomen. He had a
strict focus on the movie playing in front of you, one you had never really
cared for but sat there for the sake of his happiness. His chest rumbled while
the cotton shirt rubbed against your arms. You shut your eyes memorizing the
blissful sound of his laugh until his phone vibrated against the nightstand. His
fingers seeped through the spaces between yours and his bicep pushed on the
nape of your neck as he reached for his phone.
You saw that it was a text from one of his best friends Ryan.
Grayson introduced you two and invited both of you to hang out with him;
however, it never went well. No matter what you did, Ryan was never fond of you
and seemed to laugh at you along with his other friends leaving you clueless
about how to fix this. Grayson’s thumbs raced across the glass screen quickly
sending messages with an uncomfortable smirk sitting on his face. Your eyes
drew their way back to the TV screen while his conversation continued.
“Hey, babe, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom,” Grayson
grunted as he got up and made his way across the floor. You nodded and yawned
reaching over his side to grab the remote when his phone vibrated again with a
message that caught your attention:
When are you gonna do it or do I
get the honors of telling her?
Your eyebrows knitted together before you peered over to the
bathroom door knowing you had a bit of time. Your trembling thumb slowly slid
across the screen unlocking it to see what Ryan was talking about. Scrolling up to the beginning of the
discussion, your eyes darted from message to message soon learning why Grayson
was really with you. Ryan bet him.
Pain stretched from your heart to every other part of your
body. How could he do this to you? He always seemed so genuine. He seemed like
he cared. Your pain changed to rage realizing how stupid you were to believe
him. Everyone knew that Grayson liking you was too good to be true.
The hinges on the door squeaked revealing the bastard that
you spent all your time with.
“A bet,” you whispered looking down at your lap.
“What?” Grayson asked not hearing you.
“A BET,” you now screamed knowing well that he could her
His eyes widened suddenly understanding what you were
talking about. His lips parted about to say something until you interrupted
“How could you? I thought what we had was real. I know that
I was stupid for believing you, but that doesn’t change how much of an asshole
you are to think that it’s okay to do that to someone especially since I told
you that jokes like this are the sickest kind. My friends told me that I
shouldn’t go out with you because all you would end up doing is hurting me, but
I didn’t listen to them. I chose you and dropped them. I defended you because I
saw a side of you that they didn’t, but now I know that side was all a mask to
make a joke of me. I left the people that really loved me and would never hurt
me to be the punch line of a joke. Grayson, you are just a cruel bastard with
no sympathy or morals. You just listen to what your friends tell you to do, so
you can feel accepted. I can’t believe I ever sympathized for you and wanted to
help you,” you ranted.
“Oh, and here you go,” you said tossing his phone back to
him. “Now you don’t have to worry about breaking up with me because Ryan did it
Your arm outstretched for the doorknob opening it and making
your way out. Grayson grabbed your arm trying to get you to stay but you ripped
yourself from his grasp. Quickly you ran passed the family room where Cameron
saw you and asked what was wrong. You looked behind you making sure that
Grayson wasn’t following you. You knew he wouldn’t because to him you were just
“It’s nothing, Cam, but can you take me home?” you quietly
“Yeah, sure, do you want me to go get Grayson to come with
us?” she asked.
“No, I can’t really deal with seeing him right now,” you
struggled to say leaving his house and getting into her car.
When you got home, you went straight to your bed and the
texts and calls flooded your phone and seemed to have no end. You finally
turned off your phone needing a break from the world just to be with your mind.
You eventually fell asleep and woke up to see that it was only 7 pm. Remembering
what happened you went to grab your phone to see if there was anyone you could
call at a time like this. Normally, you would be able to call Grayson about
this, but he was no longer an option. The apple logo appeared before switching
to your lock screen seeing:
Grayson Dolan iMessage (27)
Grayson Dolan Missed Call (19)
Rolling your eyes, you put in your passcode and opened up
the texts. You saw a plethora of apologies and him claiming to like you and
admitting that it was a bet, but he really did fall for you. Part of you still
hated him, but another part wanted to believe him. You were flicking through
the conversation and found yourself calling him and bringing the phone up to
your ear. After a few rings, he picked up and whispered your name. You remained
silent for a few seconds before asking him the one question you had.
“Is it true? Do you really feel that way or is this some
other part of the bet?” you lightly spat at him.
“I promise you, (Y/N). This is not a part of the bet. I’m going crazy knowing how much I hurt you
and can’t be there to comfort you. Please forgive me and I’ll tell the guys
that we actually are dating and that I genuinely like you. Please just let me
comfort you and make it up to you” he begged.
You let out a long sigh taking your time to think about what
he had just said.
This time you heard his voice crack. You knew he was telling
the truth and couldn’t deal with himself anymore.
“Fine, but only if you come over here right now,” you
He struggled letting out a tiny laugh before thanking you
for taking him back before he rushed over to your house for a long night of
cuddles, Netflix, and takeout.
Due to its distinctive orange spine, the common Penguin (see Figure 1, above) is easily discerned. Black-spined Penguins (Fig. 2) are also readily identified, even by the layman. The pale green Penguin (Fig. 3), although relatively rare, is quite recognizable as well.
Some of the newer Penguins can be more difficult to spot, since evolutionary changes have resulted in certain varieties being quite well camouflaged. Indeed, some avid Penguin hunters are not aware that Penguins’ coloration can vary widely; they do, in fact, occur in a broad range of hues (see Fig. 4), with even the occasional multicolored specimen being observed.
These atypically pigmented Penguins, although rare, do exist, and can generally be spotted by staying alert for the presence of the familiar orange, white, and black Penguin logo. However, anomalous cases do occur: On several of the volumes pictured above, the logo, lacking the orange-tinted background, blends into its surroundings and could be overlooked quite easily. Also shown are two examples of the logo switching position and appearing at the top rather than the bottom of the spine.
Expert Penguin hunters are aware of these variations and are always alert to the possibility of an unexpected Penguin sighting.