My scanner hates me. And I don't mean in a "doesn't really care for me but it is nice enough not to let that interfere with doing it's job" kind of way. No, because I wish it was that. I'm talking about a deep seated psychological hatred for all things me. It's out to get me. I've started sleeping with one eye open due to my fears of my scanner coming after me in the midst of my sleep. And when I am awake, it's become this series of one-ups between me and my scanner. It scans my pencil drawings like shit, I bad mouth it. It says it's not registering on my computer, I unplug it. It refuses to save my scanned drawings, I punch it in the face. What I wouldn't give for it to be a love/hate relationship.
My favourite inking pen broke the other day at Starbucks. I was pissed as all could be. I mean when you pay $3.49 (not including tax) for a pen and it doesn't even last a full week (that's right, the pen lasted six days; I counted), I think you have the right to be a little pissed, if not completely outraged.
My favourite inking pen broke the other day at Starbucks. I was pissed as all could be. I mean when you pay $3.49 (not including tax) for a pen and it doesn't even last a full week (that's right, the pen lasted six days; I counted), I think you have the right to be a little pissed, if not completely outraged.
So, this week has been...good?
1 comment:
sounds like a good week to me!
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