My Surface Book was almost too good to be true.
I finally had the piece of technology I had designed in my head twenty years ago- a fully capable laptop that you can flip inside out and draw on- right into Photoshop. Or Illustrator. On the bus. In the park. Wherever the hell you want.
Unfortunately, it was too good to be true- they didn’t anticipate that the damn things would heat up so much that the battery would expand to push your screen clear off. This thing is bubbling like witch’s brew.
In their defense, they’re letting me send it in for a replacement. I’m assuming they’ve been making them with a different battery. One would hope.
The box is on the way to ship it off. It will be 10-14 business days that I will be without my programs. No new designs, no new anything.
I think I used to use something called a sketchbook? Acrylic paint? Oh, wait, silkscreens? I’ll have to find some way to occupy the times my girls are napping that doesn’t involve a Nintendo Switch, Stardew Valley, or Skyrim. It’s hard to resist the temptation to Fus Ro Dah my way through my withdrawals.