Monday, March 26, 2007

Erica as Inigo Montoya, Film at 11.

Sooooo . . . last week sucked. My employers got me a back-up hard drive at one point, and I loaded and (foolishly) used the software that came with it. It turned out to be the perfect software for people who want large amounts of their image files overwritten to look like that one file they scanned and then didn't need at all. As an added bonus, it corrupted random batches of my Photoshop files - you know, the layered ones with hours of work that went into them and great usefulness for the future? Yeah, I didn't want those. This disaster happened last August but I found more defunct files LAST WEEK. I believe the term blue streak might apply to my reaction. Not one of my more noble moments. As I struggled to recreate files I'd already struggled to create once, my vocabulary darkened to midnight blue and I cut off contact with civilization, preferring instead to cry into my cats' fur and beg my husband to get take-out.

On a related note, I've decided to become a less-dedicated version of Inigo Montoya - I'll seek revenge, but only if any of the creaters/purveyors of that software should ever cross my path. I'm going to stop short of spending my entire life hunting them down because THEY'RE NOT WORTH IT. (Right? Right. Maybe.)

There were other things going on, but they're boring and you don't care about them. Trust.

Anyway, I'm back.

1 comment:

Mair said...

I can perfectly imagine the angry hysteria you experienced. And, I love you, but let's just say, I'm glad I am only imagining. ;o) I hope you have a better week this week!