Right now, the way I hate feeling the most is paralyzed.
“You don’t need to see his identification.”
On November 21, 2010, I was allowed to enter the U.S. through an airport security checkpoint without being x-rayed or touched by a TSA officer. This post explains how.
Edit: Minor edits for clarity. I have uploaded the audio and it is available
This is how it looks when I kern. I have no words to actually describe the neurotic mental metric I use to decide if text is “done,” but I will cop to using the transform tool handles (cmd-T) to help see if the text is horizontally centered within the bubble. Of course, properly optically centering it means leaning a partial pixel to the left, but you don’t want to go down that rabbit hole.
Try doing this for ten years and nothing in nature will ever look right to you again.
On my 3rd watch-through of Life, I’m realizing a lot of the cases are old, from around the time Det. Crews was convicted. I wonder if they were having him solve the cases he could have solved on purpose. Or if he was needed to solve them, so they’ve been waiting. Spoooooky.
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