I recently completed a Photoshop class, and as much as I hate to admit it, I learned very little because my attention span is about as flexible as an old rubber band. But I did manage to create a thing of at least minimal beauty. When I was probably 4 or 5, I was on a local TV show called The Sargeant Mills Show. It was about a police officer who interviewed a bunch of kids sitting on bleachers. When he got to me he asked what my favorite flower was. My answer was "pansies, because they have faces on them." I can't explain the reasoning behind that answer; after all, I was a weird little kid who slept with a huge, sticky, rubber monkey, and always had to dance or do cheers for the purpose of entertaining company (at 25 cents a pop). I was no more normal then than I am now, but who decides what normal is, anyway?
This post spans a multitude of totally unrelated topics, but the original intent was to show off my pretty pansies. You're welcome.
This post spans a multitude of totally unrelated topics, but the original intent was to show off my pretty pansies. You're welcome.
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