It’s bedtime again. Nothing to show for the day. Sat around in sweats alternately elevating the cellulitic elbow, and resuming the in-sling position, which the recently-dislocated shoulder requires. The treatments are mutually counter-productive. So mostly I just ignore them both.
Out of idleness, I decided that I suddenly needed to rename all the image files from my Canon. Now, all of the collected data about my photo archive from all over the world, will be …wrong.
Actually, even though Picasa has sucked lately, it was able to keep up with my changes as I made them, which is because Picasa is cool. It does image management that simply works very well most of the time. Sorry, but it’s useful. I don’t need some program to come and offer to “help” by wasting a day duplicating my entire 12Gb archive of photos to its own folder. For what? So now I have two copies of the same image to keep track of?
And other photo management programs will handle today’s changes well, because they are simple, like gThumb. It doesn’t do much, but what it does do it does quickly and it is done. (How many variations of “do” is in that sentence?) Like a quickie. Not true love, but on a particularly dull day, it can be satisfying.
There you have it. The formula for successful interaction with me. If you are cool (meaning sophisticate and practical) or, if you are simple (which means both hot and dumb), then you have my lips. Where ever you want them. And probably my heart, too. At least briefly.
Do I sound lonely? Or horny? Or bored?