Patrick Griffin’s sister is a really annoying individual sometimes. Not only is she into theater, but she thinks everyone else in the universe is into it as well. So once in a while tickets to local or provincial Shakespearean plays get delivered to the mailbox or dropped off on the living room’s table. And once in a while the tickets just cannot be ‘lost’ or ignored. Three or four times a year, Patrick must be subjected to Olde Englishe Speake, umbrella dresses and squeezetops, featherhats and men in leggings, rhyme and treason, mortality and immorality, drama inflicted by some mama, and it never ends.
Last June it was Hamlet. Again. Someone’s (wink wink) idea of a good time. There he goes, the Prince of Denmark, holding that skull with the tips of his fingers like it’s an alien egg. Alas, poor Yorick! Yadda yadda boop-bop-a-loo-bop.
And so the idea of a font made of skulls was born. And what can we possibly be but conduits for such abhorring ideas? Where be our gibes, our songs, our flashes of merriment?
Skullbats has more skulls than you’ll ever see in your lifetime. At least we hope so. Scary skulls, funny skulls, evil skulls, strange skulls, pixel skulls, fiery skulls, surprised skulls, happy skulls, sad skulls, cow skulls, sketched skulls, profiled skulls, light bulb skulls, cartoon skulls, techno skulls, alien skulls, expressionist skulls, pirate skulls, horned skulls, and skulls with whacky headgear. You name it, it’s there. There’s even a disco skull there for you. We lost count at 90 skulls, but there’s a few more in there. For a complete showing of the skulls in the font, consult the image in the MyFonts gallery.
Patrick’s sister didn’t turn out to be so bad after all. After making this font, he couldn’t help but notice that her skull was a bit small compared to his. So now he takes every opportunity to remind her that the size of the cranium is relative to what it houses. Her upcoming halloween present will be a shirt with guess-what on it.
Shirts, now there’s putting Skullbats to good use!