Thursday, September 13, 2012
Meet Harold. AKA Hairy-toes, aka Buttercat, aka Fatty McButterpants.
He is driving me crazy today. I am trying to design my brochures for my business and he apparently not only has quite a bit to say (and very loudly I might add), but he also wants to type it out. It generally looks like this:
Very hard to translate.
When he's not typing, he's deciding that I've done enough and lays on the key board. If I take him off and put him on the floor, he jumps back in my lap and purposely centers himself in front to the screen. Then chases the cursor with this paw. (This elicits a 'cursor' or two from me.)
I've probably said "Harold! - no - stop - get down - leave that alone - go outside - for the love of god!" now about 14 times and its only 8:30 am. I've put him outside and he comes right back in to jump on the desk. He has sprawled himself out next to the computer and is soothingly purring. Except his purr sounds like a leaf blower.
I am resigned to feline help whether I want it or not.
The problem is that his typed 'words' are better than my own today. Why is it so hard for us to tell people what we do and why we do it better than someone else? Is it part of our culture to think that if we do, we are being prideful and boasting? An arrogant braggart? You know - 'that guy' - and no one wants to be that guy.
I don't know why I am blocked. I know what I want to say, I just can't figure out how. I've looked at other brochures and said 'that's good!' but then get perilously close to plagiarism so I scrapped that! I've tried online templates, but they just don't fit. Oh and then there are colors and styles and lions and tigers and bears oh my to decide on.
Hmmmm. It is a quandary. Coffee isn't working either! Maybe I'll go for a ride on the bike and see if that can clear the cobwebs.
Told you. The cat is definitely the better writer today. And he's kind of smug about it too.