Flattened
I had misspelled it as “wheather,” a fix to an earlier spelling of “whether,” which was the wrong word.
The word was no longer editable, since it was part of a “flattened” Photoshop jpeg.
Flattened, the text-file is no longer a text-file. The image-layer the text was on was merged (“flattened”) into the original image-layer.
I.e. it’s become part of the original image; I can’t just edit it.
Okay, fix it. I have two options:
—1) Start over. I already have a “GrannyUzi” file, but I treated it some; mainly lightening shadows.
Start over is maybe 10-15 minutes.
—2) Obliterate the words in my completed word-blurb, and spell it right.
Maybe 5-10 minutes.
Okay, option two: engage ellipse tool, circle text with marching ants, and delete.
Took maybe four ellipses, but I’m left with a blank word-blurb, which is white, the background color the word-blurb originally was.
Okay, create text (new text-layer), with “weather” spelled right.
Resize, center in word-blurb, and then flatten, so I can save it into a jpeg.
But guess what! I can’t flatten it because all the written toolbar items are gone, a trick OS-X likes to do occasionally.
This means a reboot. A 5-10 minute process is turning into 10-15 minutes, and I know how things are. That 10-15 minutes will stretch into 30-35 minutes.
“How much time do I wanna waste?” I say.
It’s already 10 a.m.
Driving to the YMCA and parking takes about 25 minutes.
Get there at 11:15 instead of 10:45, and I can’t do all the machines.
I often can’t do all the machines with 10:45, although I have.
Doing so means departure at 2 p.m. instead of by 1:45.
At about this time the all-knowing Bluster-Boy will weigh noisily in, loudly suggesting I toss my so-called “silly MAC” into Canandaigua Lake; tower, keyboard, mouse, printer, monitor, speakers; the whole stinkin’ kabosh.
And that’s despite my printer/monitor/speakers not being Apple®; being PC equipment.
I should get a Gates PC, just like him, with Windoze© XP. (Not Vista, the OS-X imitator; heaven-forbid.) —After all, Jesus used a PC.
“Yeah, the same arrangement as my rig,” Linda says; “that does similar things requiring reboot.
Plus, as I recall, he’s been off-line for weeks at a time.”
“Although that was a virus,” I say.
“Virus once,” Linda says. “But there have been other times; usually big secrets.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Kinda like his 454 not running. Lynn-Ellen spilled that.”
“It’s just gonna have to fly misspelled for a while,” I add. “I don’t have time to fix it.
Whereupon I get a snide put-down from Steno-Queen, or worse yet, the chronic misspeller from West Bridgewater.”
The picture was fixed after I got back from the YMCA (and Weggers). —A slam-dunk; I had saved the layered file as a Photoshop document; a psd.
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