...and the agony of defeat! - ABC Wide World of Sports

I remember Saturday (or Sunday?) mornings, watching TV and the begining of the above quoted show coming on. I always loved that intro. The rest I was never much interested in, except maybe the Highland games they would have on every once in a while.

One of the most often asked questions on the forum, to some members chagrin, is "How do I do ____ quickly, easily and cheaply?". Usually the answer is – there...

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I remember the first shirt I designed. It was for a non-profit organization that was building cabins in the mountains of Georgia for teens. They were having what they called a "Quick Build", this event was a weekend where they had a lot of the local builders, churches, volunteers, etc., helping with building the cabins, trying to get it done in a weekend. I was friends with one of the staff members, so naturally they asked me to design a shirt for them. It was going to be one color on...

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I was looking at some Sunday flyers the other day, and I thought, "Please God, NO!". I saw an advert for tights and a big potato sack looking top that had draw strings at the bottom. Most fashion comebacks I can put up with, but not tights. Tights bring back vivid memories of fat women pushing them beyond their boundries with big poofy hair (The Mall Claw). I don't want to relive those times. The only thing worse than that, is if they bring back bicycling shorts for men. Ugh!

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It always amazes me the ridiculousness of deadlines. Why? Because they really don't exist and are movable. If I had a dime for every time I have made a deadline, only to have it get moved because the client wants to see one more change, etc., I'd have a lot of money. I've had a clients tell me that a job is a "RUSH!", "ASAP!", "can't have it no later than xx/xx/xxxx!", only to repeatedly have this missed mainly by them.

Here's the scenario:
I work...

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My work puter crashed late yesterday.
I hate when that happens. It could be because the figgin office is 90 degrees! They won't get the air fixed!

UPDATE: Through perseverance, I got it back up. YAY!

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