Me and this scanner, we almost came to blows.
'I' wanted to have easy access to scanning prowess so I can get on with a very poorly drawn and well-written webcomic I've been planning for some time, and Mr. Epson Stylus CX3800 had plans of snoozing away in dormant retirement, oblivious to my repeated attempts to hook it up with a capable driver to get Mr. Epson back into the workforce. He is, after all, not yet 65, and will have to earn his income like everyone else.
All my negotiations with this terrible machine were vindicated when it fired up once again at precisely 2:08 today, and I scanned in an old piece I'd done for a fantasy world, an oogly-lookin' troll dude.
It's a start.
'I' wanted to have easy access to scanning prowess so I can get on with a very poorly drawn and well-written webcomic I've been planning for some time, and Mr. Epson Stylus CX3800 had plans of snoozing away in dormant retirement, oblivious to my repeated attempts to hook it up with a capable driver to get Mr. Epson back into the workforce. He is, after all, not yet 65, and will have to earn his income like everyone else.
All my negotiations with this terrible machine were vindicated when it fired up once again at precisely 2:08 today, and I scanned in an old piece I'd done for a fantasy world, an oogly-lookin' troll dude.
It's a start.
My technological prowess is astounding, I tell you.