Not that long ago, web typography was restricted to a very select group of just a few web-safe fonts (Tahoma was my go-to). If you wanted something extra fancy, you made an image. But no longer! These days web typography is hugely flexible with the invention of font embedding services. Hooray!
Where previously our options were severely limited, we now have hundreds to choose from. There are currently over 600 fonts in the Google Fonts library alone, so today I thought I’d share just a few of my favourite heading and body text pairings, perfect to freshen up your blog!
May I have your attention please? Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
‘Cause I’m Slim Shady, yes I’m the real Shady; All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating; So won’t the real Slim Shady please stand up, please stand up, please stand up?
Ha! I got some skeletons in my closet and I don’t know if no one knows it
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have; I’ve been protested and demonstrated against. Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times; Sick as the mind of the *** kid that’s behind; All this commotion emotions run deep as ocean’s exploding; Tempers flaring from parents just blow ’em off and keep going.
Guess who’s back, back again?
Shady’s back, tell a friend
Well, it’s Friday and it’s my day; Just to party all the way to Sunday; Maybe ’til Monday, I dunno what day; Everyday’s just a holiday; Crusin’ on the freeway; Feelin’ kinda breezy; Got the top down, lettin’ my hair blow; I dunno where I’m goin’; All I know is when I get there; Someone’s gonna touch my body.
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain’t calling, I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom…
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got ’em; There probably was a problem at the post office or something; Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ’em; but anyways; *** it, what’s been up? Man how’s your daughter?
His palms are sweaty,
knees weak, arms are heavy
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs; But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down; The whole crowd goes so loud; He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out.