Little Old Ladies and Tenacious Grips

You know, I think I might be crazy. I mean really, I can get so obsessive about things it's scary.

Take yesterday for example: I was working on the program for this show (because designing the program is one of the many, many, things I still have to do for this show) and, after obsessing over every little comma, space, and font-style possible, I finally went to print a test copy and do you think I could get it to print the double sides properly?? Noooooo...it INSISTED on printing the back-side upside down, and I'll be damned if I could figure out how to correct it.

Now, I'm not any kind of design wunderkind I'll tell you that. In fact, I designed this thing using MS Publisher because my InDesign program was too overwhelming to figure out. (So why, you ask, do I even have InDesign on my computer if I don't know how to use it? Ah. But that's a whole other post. Or blog. Or novel. Or 10-hour movie.)

So I sat there. And fixated. And fixated. And obsessed. And cursed and complained. Until finally, out of frustration, I just clicked on that little green handle in each section of the program and flipped them all upside down on my screen so that they would come out the right side up on the printer.

And I have to say that it's times like these when I am reminded of this story I heard once. I don't know if it's true or if it's just some urban myth, but I heard this story once about a little old lady that got attacked by a man one night while she was out walking. He grabbed her and tried to assault her but she struggled and kicked like mad and the first chance she got she reached out and grabbed him by the nuts and held on so tightly that he passed out with the pain. She was so shocked and fearful that she TENACIOUSLY gripped this guy's balls and would not let go. When the police showed up they found him passed out on the ground and her beside him, white knuckled, and still gripping his nads like her life depended on it.

So there you have it. If that computer had had balls, I'd a reached out and grabbed 'em like my life depended on it. Take that you freakin', stupid computer program.