"Sounds like a blown fuse. Just replace it," advised a friend from work.
"You wouldn't take it in?"
"What? NO. Just get your owner's manual, find the fuses, take 'em out and pop the others back in~"
"But you think *I* could do that--"
His eyes bugged out, as they do, when the other person is obviously being ridiculous. "YES: It's SO. EASY." He had tried to get me to take a beginner's car maintenance class, which was a tremendously practical idea, but four hours claimed every Sunday? Seemed punitive.
Back at home, I girded myself with the manual and my little flashlight. PiC*, who seems to possess the same degree of fixitness as I do, texted: "Is he crazy? Just take it somewhere. There must be a gas station or mechanic nearby."
*Partner in Crime, shorten to Crime?
Meanwhile, my learned more fixity neighbor pulled out my [perfectly fine] fuses --with his needle-nosed pliers. "It would be easier if I had a diagram of your circuitry." He floated several possibilities, all of which were over my head. Mechanic it was. I gave up quite easily and started watching Hysteria (7.2/10.0 IMHO). About half an hour into the movie, my neighbor calls (who, if you're a regular reader, may recall him as the mocking-but-helpful lawn mower introducer): "Listen, I've been reading some Subaru forums and I think I may have an easy work-around..." Which sounded promising, given the speaker, but for the part that follows you can simply envision part of a flow chart: arrow to -- > Did the fix work? ---> No. --> Take it to a mechanic. And so it went, but not before the two-afternoon studio weekend, wherein I barely got through the annoying initial nothing-is-printing-well part before it was OMG it's almost dark, and country roads! Flee! As I drove, kind people periodically blinded me by flashing their headlights into my face. Yep, got it! thanks! Though oddly, it seemed like a less caring world when I'd pass a string of cars, none of whom cared enough to blind me.
Before I drove out initially I got a curious voice mail from Maestra, warning me that there was a rabbit in the studio. Don't you wish more warnings fell along those lines? But they don't. Rarely are we cautioned against the presence of chipmunks, lavender meringues, baby hedgehogs, no.
|Bunny: "Here's me, not caring."|
|"If I could get farther away from you, I would."|
|Bar good, glue slow.|
|Decided to try out some different colored papers this time around|
|...But fancied the line detail lent by the "linen" paper finish|
|I also tried an unlined mustardy mulberry color (called "Curry" at Hollander's)|
|As usual, I printed most on white paper.|
|What's wrong with this picture?|
|At the end of this Sunday, I actually had a productive bout: 46 prints|
|Busy Bunny day. Cardboard box mauling. Ardent love to Stuffed Friend.|