January 14th, 2006

(no subject)

Adobe's Witness.

I regret to inform you that I have been converted.

Adobe Illustrator came upon my doorstep one day and attempted to persuade me to switch from the old school toolbars of Microsoft Paint, the program I had dubbed my trademark digital illustration child, to the high-tech and unintuitive ways of Adobe. I was reluctant at first to consider betraying the program that had brought me much joy in the drawing of characters using only simple brushes, coloring tools, and blatantly noticeable pixelation processes. I did not believe that there existed a program that could offer me a greater reputation as "qualified digital illustrator" than the one with absolutely minimal resources.

But then I tried it. And then I learned it. I learned small things each day that slowly but surely heightened my excitement whenever Adobe Illustrator CS2 began to load on my Macintosh computer screen and I was granted a seemingly neverending toolbar of options and crazy things that I could do with single straight lines. Soon I was completely woo'ed by the many things I could do with it; picture making became about ten thousand times more fun with all these dingbats and woozies and whatnots that I could perform suddenly with this magical program. The lines smoother, the coloring professional, pixels suddenly incomparable to vectors; icons could suddenly be made into billboards without a single alteration in quality--the options were absolutely endless.

And I worried that maybe people would hate on me because I had been so well-known for sticking to my beloved Microsoft Paint and not betraying my roots to the mainstream methods of Adobe. I condemned its existence for so long until it was impossible to avoid. At the feeling of being forced, being that none of the school's computers even carried Microsoft's default paint program, I gave in and tried. Just for one day. And my attempts were noticed by professionals who knew the inner-workings of my new program, and inevitably came over to instruct me. And at the teachings of these people, the tutorials of how-to-do-this and look-what-this-does suddenly struck a nerve in my mind, and I felt excitement. I felt thrill. I felt as if a world of illustration was at my fingertips, each finger a different brush stroke and a different alteration and a different change in opacity or texture or color. The Adobe's Witnesses had camped themselves on my stoop and watched me play with the millions of features on their program until I finally opened my door and spoke to the world of Microsoft Paint fans that also awaited my decision,

"I no longer regret to inform you that I have been converted."