See? I haven’t been playing hookey, I’ve been imagining things. In the last week or so my hypochondria took a wicked turn, deteriorating from phony ulcers to ebola to a flesh-eating disease (necrotizing fasciitis) in a matter of hours. And that is what kept me from fulfilling my blogging obligations, not laziness. Happily, I’m feeling much better now, thank you.
As I languished at death’s door I had a swell idea for a new logo. So I rallied myself and launched a full-blown typographical investigation with font downloads, rough layouts, and an informal review process that revealed one teeny-weeny snag. I stink as a designer. But will that stop me? It will not. If I can imagine a flesh-eating disorder, I can invent bogus talents. No sweat.
Besides, I’m not stoopid, I can learn. Logo design and typography are a cinch, anyway — make it look good and don’t mix serifs. Duh. I’ll just order a book or two from amazon and, shazam!, I’m in business.
By the time they arrive, I’ll have forgotten about the dumb logo and moved on to a brand new obsession — quarks or shoes or risotto, whatever. The thing is, curiosity doesn’t end and it never gets old. Enthusiasm abides.
You know, come to think of it, I’ll take inquisitive over feckless any day. You stumble on such amazing, mind-blowing stuff without lifting a finger. It’s better than the movies.
Oh, look, time for my pills. M-m-m-m-m, fruity. And minty.