When I was eight year old I remember flying home to Albuquerque in a Cessna 150 with a family acquaintance. In the course of that 4 hour flight the guy piloting wanted to give me a flying lesson and it looked really easy to me so I said sure I'd like to take over the controls. Well, as you could predict the plane starting a belly-flopping sort of wobble that I just couldn't correct. I applied all my faculties to the problem, thinking harder and moving the controls differently, but nothing adjusted my sick slide over the Colorado/ New Mexico border. Yes -- there were only two wings and that upright tail thingy -- turn left to go left, right, yeah, yeah, yeah, but what's up with the foot business and how on earth (so to speak) is this guy going to put this thing back on the blasted runway. Whiskey Zulu Tango all you want, but my fate was suddenly in the hands of a guy that better not have a heart attack or I'm dead! After a few minutes "the guy" took back the controls knowing I was no child prodigy where flying was concerned and this assignment to get clipmarks to land this image on my blogspot was no different than trying to steer that Cessna 150. It was a sick slide of time and I missed lunch and went into the time I had allotted for Success Factors. But I couldn't give up and so I emailed the picture to myself, then copy and pasted it to my blog entry. Problem was I couldn't layout the text or even get the cursor where I wanted it so I just started typing and as you can see this is like a John Cage moment -- it all just ended up where it ended up.
As for the image, I forgot what I was going to say about it and just started thinking about the title of a previous post, "Six Different Ways to Build Anything." This was kinda like that. After lunch god-only-knows what Hyperventilate will look like and I'll finally go work on Success Factors.