There I was, clicking away, changing fonts and styles and effects like there was no tomorrow, when all of a sudden, this cool program, that I fell in love with not three days ago, up and quit on me. And quit so hard that it didn’t even offer to restart itself. It’s like it said, “You know what? I don’t even want to play with you anymore. You are completely ridiculous in your approach to this project and I’m just sick of it and sick of you and you can just take a flying leap. I quit.”
Normally, this kind of attitude from a piece of software would make me very, very angry. But that was the old me, who wasn’t painting with pastels every day. The new me just shrugged and did something else for a while. Secretly, I’m hoping that if enough time goes by, my program will have forgotten all about how I was treating it earlier and will behave itself when I fire it up again.
I know. I’m mad. But it’s a mad, mad world out there and I find it’s best to blend in.
Here’s a practice parakeet, blue and white on a perch, no blending.x