Oops. Lowell Expected.
You know how it goes- you think a little, find a thought you like, fixate on it, expectations form around the thought… and then someone lights a fire under the whole thing.
I’ve been there and done that. Possibly you have too.
Durnell’s back. And I remembered to put the sparklies on his tux.
This is the first cartoon (or anything else) that was scanned, colored, and uploaded from my new computer- which has a new scanner/printer and a new Wacom Intuos on it.
It’s taken all day… ALL DAY… to get the thing up and running. Thanks much to John Beckham of Memphis Computer Shop for all the hard work and good nature. (Yes, Allan, you may certainly tell everyone that you are Hubris’ computer supplier. You are. But John’s my computer supplier. You live too far for house calls.)
New systems make me nuts. I’ve done some work on my laptop and finally sort of gotten used to it. Now I’ve got to do it all over again with this thing. The Wacom tablet doesn’t feel like my old one, the screen looks different, the scanner is definitely different. It’s a whole new world, and I’m just old enough to resent that.
On the other hand, I have a neat new computer. So what the heck am I moaning about?
Now… how the heck do I get spellcheck turned off? It’s making me nuts. The last time I had to do this was, like, seven years ago. I don’t remember how.
They can’t be given every year, but depending on your giftee, there are some nifty (and easy) go-to items that don’t always cross everyone’s minds. If your birthday boy (or girl) rides a bicycle at all, or needs to look like an 80’s hair band singer, bike gloves are a great thing. Partly, it’s because bike riders spend time thinking “Where the heck did I leave them THIS time?” Eventually, there won’t be time to look for his or her favorite gloves and he or she will gleefully go to the ‘spares’ (i.e. the ones YOU gave last Christmas) which spend most of their lives stuffed in the bottom of a camelbak pouch. So having three or four pairs scattered here and there is a real luxury, and they’ll bless your name when the time comes. I speak from experience. Next time: The luxury of being given a tool box. Yep, that’s it. Tool Box.
I’ve been happy to have been given some low-end fifteen dollar bike gloves, and I’ve even given some in a pinch. You can troll the bike shops and see what’s there. Or, if you don’t have time and want some slightly nicer gifty gloves, you can click on the gloves below and shop ’em from here.
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