I've spent all day trying to figure out how to make ATM actually manage my fonts, and I've downloaded Acrobat Reader, and still nothing. I need a font manager program desperately. If anyone has a good one for Macs, please email me! I don't have that many fonts yet, compared to the fontaholics I know, but it's starting to be unmanageable. I am picky but I do collect as many freeware fonts as I can get TTConverter to convert. Sometimes, there are even Mac TrueType versions available, but not as often as I'd like. Lately, I've found some shareware fonts I like, especially the one called Texas Hero which I use on the journal entries now.
In fact, I just sent off three payments for shareware software I've been using for months. The relief of knowing I've done the right thing! The pleasure in contemplating not having to see the annoying registration reminder! Oh, it's a fine thing to pay your shareware fees. Best of all would be to make my own stuff, though. I really want to create a font but it must be harder than it looks. I certainly see a lot of yucky fonts masquerading as a "grunge" look. I fired up Fontastic today and started fooling around with making my own fonts, but since it required actual thought I closed it. I didn't want to think today. It was entirely too nice out, and I wanted a day off.
A day off from what, though? I don't work yet. I have no particular schedule to keep to, though I'm trying stay in sync with John so we rise and go to bed at the same time. All the same, I set little goals for myself to meet each day: do a few chores, work on my art projects, buy the things I've put off replacing until the items fall apart. I rarely just lie around eating bonbons and reading romance novels, though I do a bit of that. Lately, my bonbons have been replaced by grapes, carrots, and apples. I'm really into fruit and veg you don't have to peel or cut. Bananas are yummy, too. I haven't lost any noticeable weight but I feel lighter and in the sweltering summer that's equally important. Since today was not sweltering in the least, being a balmy and dry 85 degrees, I ventured outside twice just to enjoy sitting on the back steps with the cats. If the summers were like this all the time, I'd feel much differently about Tennessee, I swear.
Tomorrow, it's back to faxing resumes and combing through the classifieds for likely jobs. I'm beginning to buy so many imaginary things with my imaginary paycheck that I'm quite eager to get a job. There's much to be said for the early enthusiasm that sees you through three months or so of a new job before the ennui and bitterness set in. Who, me cynical? Born of experience, my dears. But it's okay. I want to do this. I believe in earning my toys.
Now, if I can just find a font manager, I'll be ready to rumble.
