As in blue. Literally.
Last night, I decided to take a break from the endless series of futile attempts involving my cell phone, email login, cable box/tv/remote, scanner power cord... I could go on and on, but you get the idea.
Soooo, I thought I'd print a few pictures on my never-fail color printer. Love it. I put its power cord back (I'd had to borrow it for the scanner) and hooked it up. I actually found my photo paper. Successfully printed a picture. Wow, something worked for a change.
The printer message popped up like usual saying the cyan and black cartridges were dangerously low. I ignored it like always - I'm sure they sell more cartridges by displaying the warning way early. Same with laser toner. I always pull out the toner cartridge and shake it. It works wonders and I get lots more copies that way. I keep spares on hand so when my ink and toner cartridges finally peter out, I'm not stranded.
My cyan finally gave up the ghost. I opened a new cartridge, but lo and behold, it didn't work. Must've been dried up, even though it was sealed. I opened another one, and it was anything but dried up. The ink started running out all over my hands. Miraculously, there's only one spot on my carpet. Not so on me. Somehow, I wound up with blue on my cheek and chin. A nice complement to the mysterious bruise on my jaw.
And lemme tell ya. The ink is definitely indelible. So here I sit. Blue. Literally. But I'm happy to report, not figuratively. IDGAF. One more tilt at a windmill. Canon's. Telling them to send me two cyan cartridges.
If I have the time. And sanity...
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