When I hear the term “mixer” I think petticoats, big glass bowls of fruit punch, and the Fonz. I’m assuming that Six Apart’s event at the Varnish Fine Art Gallery will have nothing to do with 50s and everything to do with the forthcoming release of Movable Type 3.1. I’ll be there… mixin’
Might be a transatlantic thing, but when I hear "mixer" my mind jumps to "cement". Of course, for the rest of the day now it's going to associate with "envy".
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