You’re a writer – y0u know how it goes. Sometimes you create something that, well, sorta give you the heebidy-jeebies. Stephen King once said he knew his description was too gross if he felt like throwing up on his keyboard.
Yum.
So, as you know, or maybe not – I can’t keep up anymore – I have a podcast. It’s called The Three Point Line and it’s dreadfully serious about making illustrations in Adobe Illustrator…
Boy, talk about ch-changes – now, I know this is an aside…
Here I am using the Windows Snipping Tool to make a screen cap of making the illustration of a Matchbox car – come on, who doesn’t like toy cars? My grandson and his family show up, so I stop the recording and save the illustration and go be a good grandfather – no, not a great grandfather. Not that old.
Two weeks scurry by. I open up the Snipping Tool with a new screen capture recording, open up Adobe Illustrator, and, what? It wants to load a printer? Illustrator won’t run until it finds a printer? WHICH printer? What is going on???
Stupid me, I forget to turn off the recorder while I dump Illustrator, visit Creative Cloud and reload, ask questions of Claude.AI and find out it’s a bug in Illustrator, and scramble through my Windows settings to fix it. Finally, the recorder stopped when I rebooted the PC. it’s a charming video filled with swear words and bad juju.
Anyway, the video got finished, the illustration is done, and I moved on.
Talk about your pointless asides, huh? Done now. Thank you.
So, the kid, who spends his days in preschool, brought home a cold, which I caught, of course. It’s in the job description.
This morning, I was thinking about that song “I Think I Love You” by the Partridge Family. Alright, I was singing it, but my voice is uber-froggy, and I got this idea…
The video link is here: Apologies to the Partridge Family
It really makes me laugh, right before it scares the pants off me.
That final line, that “I think I love you,” is so dark. Just a character, I shrug. But that guy’s inside me. Ew.
Because, you know that the basis of humor is truth, right? That’s what makes it funny.
I think that means that there are elements of the creepy guy in that video in me. Sitting right here inside right now. Typing. This.
Helping himself to my macaroni-and-cheese-with-tuna for lunch.
Brushing my teeth with me.
What am I supposed to do now? Sleep?
John D Reinhart 