It's hard for me to believe that just a couple of days ago I was clearing out my files here of failed photoshop experiments. Almost none of them were any good. Had I hit a photoshop dead end? I was starting to think I might have to write all my blog posts for awhile.
"Wait." you interject. "Don't you already write all your blog posts?"
This question arrests me.
It puts me in handcuffs. And it locks me in a local cell for awhile to cool off and think about things.
Why, yes I do actually write all my blog posts!
It's just when I put in a picture I somehow trick myself into believing I'm not writing at all!
But I would never just plop three pictures of alien spacecraft into a blog post and have no text!
I am shaken to the core by this realization.
The guard comes and unlocks my cell.
"You're free to go." He says not unkindly.
I stumble out into the bright afternoon sun.Dazed I make my way to my library to finish my shift.
But when I get there...
Alien space ships have crash landed everywhere!