Colorcasting at Starbucks

As you may well be aware, Colorcasting is all the rage in the typosphere. As I am no stranger to rage, I had to try it too. But get this, my friends: I raised the stakes. Colorcasting in public. “Oh no you didn’t!”

You’ll note that, as Starbucks generally lack easy access to heat guns, thermal hair dryers, and/or toaster ovens, the legibility of my results is quite poor, at best. Don’t worry– you’re not missing much.

Oh wait, I forgot to mention, if you are not reading Joe Van Cleave’s and his grandson’s blogs, you’re missing out (kids’ typecasts are wonderful, IMHO, and this one is no exception). I plan to try a typewritten instant book like Joe did— and heck, shouldn’t we all? It’s National Zine Month, you know.


  1. Gorgeous! I had high hopes and you did not disappoint.

    Verify: moppo. (n.) The name of an unsettling clown*. “Hey kids, here comes Moppo and his Magic Pants!”

    (*Aren’t they all, though?)

  2. *Sniff* I’m so proud!

    It is fun to type in public, especially when folks around you express (positive) interest.

  3. Note that the red and black portions of the typecast at the bottom are ribbon, not crayon. Just in case there is an investigation later, I want that on the record.

  4. As a born ‘n’ bred South Dakotan, I applaud your Jackalope reference.

    Personally, I’d be less embarrassed about typing in public than being seen in a Starbucks. Maybe I’ll lug an Oliver into one just to annoy the frack out of the yuppies. “What’s that?! I can’t hear you over my incredibly loud typewriter!”

  5. Also: I had the same ribbon problem with my Lettera as well. I fixed it by removing the case and giving the whole thing a general alcohol cleaning and very light lube job, then replacing the case screws. I know it sounds weird, but when I replaced the screws and made sure that they weren’t overtightened, the whole machine worked better.

    That being said, the automatic ribbon-reversal still doesn’t work without a little encouragement.

  6. It’s National Zine Month?? 😀

    This has just motivated me.

    Further, I will be pulling out my 120 box of crayons and putting your multicolored nonsense to absolute shame. 120 BOX. THAT IS LIKE ENOUGH CRAYONS TO KILL A PERSON.

    …*cough* I’m better now, I swear.

  7. As Starbucks hails from Seattle, it is a shade less embarrassing to the locals. That said, there are many better coffee shops in Seattle of course,– but the operative word here is Seattle. I actually live on “the East side,” a dreaded suburban wasteland universally snubbed by discerning Seattleites. The East side is almost entirely devoid of interesting coffee shops, unfortunately. Often whenever one tries to open, it fails right away, as there are three Starbucks within a one-mile radius of any given East side location.

    Thus is my excuse for typecasting in Starbucks.

  8. I saw the 120 box just yesterday, and asked myself, are there even that many color variations on earth?

  9. Even if there aren’t 120 color variations on earth, Crayola made them so they could claim to have more crayons than everybody else. It’s nice, so when you stab little Jimmy in the eye with your Cornflower you have a lovely Slipstream Blue to fall back on.

  10. Excellent, strikethru! And you did it in public. Combining two questionable and attention-drawing activities in one public typing session – that takes guts.

    I’m seriously behind in my typospherical duties.

    (word verif. = “ducen” as in “Dude, open up – I gotta go. Are you acen or ducen?”)

  11. You know, the more I look at this, the more I think that contrast boost really sells it. It’s like Kodachrome typing.

    I’ve got another machine waiting for a cleaning up and I think a colorcast will take the place of me getting horribly inked fingers for those initial typing experiences.

  12. Stunning! I’ve been playing around too much with vintage stationery lately to get serious about color-casting. I’m on it now!

    We’ve got three coffee shops here and only one is a Starbucks. No one goes inside, though. It’s a morning drive-thru for everyone hitting I-40 for Little Rock. No one, NO ONE would sit in there.

    Thanks for the link to the young typecaster. I’m his newest fan.

  13. Oh, and I hope Joe reads this because I can’t figure out another way to contact him and figure he’ll drop by here…

    Joe, no one can leave a comment on your blog. The word verification cuts it off. Blogger’s on the fritz, so you’ll need to change your comment setting.

    Thank you.

  14. Bravo! What fun!
    The overall effect is like a silkscreen print.
    As for public typing, it’s really a lot more fun than it might seem- before heading out. Railroad stations are great venues; people seem inclined to stop and talk, reminiscing about their old typewriters.
    At a cafe here in Maine that had a letter-writing night, a gaggle of grammar-schoolers swarmed around my clacking Underwood. I made each of them little name tags on cardstock- which they showed off to each other. Then… believe it or not… 3 of the kids had Underwood as their last name (their father was there, too- admiring the namesake machine). An Underwood family. Heavens!
    The stuff of getting out there and typing!