He can’t stand that I doodle on lined notebook paper, or on old hotel stationery (in the corner, right on top of the logo, no less), or on bits and pieces of paper and napkins with torn edges and stains. He can’t stand that I doodle merely to keep my fidgety hands occupied, or to keep my usually short attention span focused on something for a change — sketches with no direction and meant to be thrown away. He can’t…
I should have named this log “April’s Weakly”; I only seem to write anything for it about once a week, and whatever it is that I write is always so lame — weak, weak, weak. I’m not even sure that I should be referring to it as a “web log” per se; just the other day, I ran across Robot Wisdom’s definition of a web log and realized that this little plot of web space (the one that you see…
Caution: Venting Ahead. The amount of memory on my Mac G3 isn’t nearly enough. I’ve had about all that I can take from the constant crashes every time I go from Photoshop to QuarkXPress or from Internet Explorer to Outlook. Particularly frustrating are those instances when I realize that the computer has frozen again — after I’ve made numerous changes in a 12-page, four-color document… and I hadn’t even saved it yet. Yesterday was a special kind of hell; not…