Sometimes you just gotta wonder if it’s held together by rubber cement. Somehow it works out, we’re a few steps behind (always) but it works out. When I was in school I think there were about 200 times a project would blow up, run amuck, dart like a bolt of ugly down lanny’s-gunna-kill-me-street, and I would whip out the rubber cement, pull out the brush and desperately work a make over.
It wasn’t perfect, but somehow I never got it too bad come crit time. And I’m starting to think, that if there is a god, not only is he equipped with a huge sense of humor but he must carry a HUGE can of rubber cement making small corrections to our ungraceful human fumbles.
Today, I worked a little magic, and even though the computer has taken over and eaten mister rubber cement and the ‘good ole days’, I pulled out that little can of joy and smeared a bit of get-me-out-of-this-juice all over a 50-person, corporate pile-up.