Seen For A While
So, this morning, I felt an urge to assemble Panzer Group SoleProprietor and conquer the world. I occasionally have such thoughts, less often than in the past, when I was raping and pillaging my way toward adulthood, but what the hell, they feel good, often or not. They don't last long. Fortunately. Otherwise I'd have to do something about them. Which might lead to, um, rehabilitation. Exhaustion. Adulthood. A destination, I believe, I just mentioned.
I wonder, sometimes, how much of life might just be hormonal: one set of molecules takes over in the morning, another set at night, combinations throughout the afternoon.
I did finally figure out what I was doing wrong with the PhotoShop assignment. I wasn't getting in
there and editing my masks the way a young aspiring PhotoShop apprentice should. A bit like finding out you're supposed to get your hands, fingers, elbows and nose right down there into the paint and slop it on the paper, no holding back and poking at it timidly with a brush. Turned out OK, that assignment, and now I have one final horrendous end of class assignment left and that is due by Monday midnight. The weekend to finish. And then, I'm thinking, why not focus on this redesign of my web sites at work? Give them the panzer treatment. Take no prisoners. Surprise myself. I'm writing this in the afternoon, you will have guessed by now, when the molecules can get rowdy and make combinations to rattle the mind, so, when you get up and look in the mirror, you see someone you haven't seen for a while.