I thought I might, after dinner, take a swing at writing a post.
Then I remembered I hadn’t printed some handouts for a conference session I’m leading tomorrow.
When I sat at the computer, I realized I hadn’t generated my speaker’s notes.
As I opened up each slide deck (I’m leading three different sessions), I decided I wanted a backup playable copy — I haven’t gotten the formatted versions yet, and by “yet” I mean “9:02pm the evening before the conference begins at 9:00am.”
I don’t have the official font on my PC, which makes my display wonky. Not good enough for a backup playable copy. So I just use the app’s utility to swap a font I do have for the official one. Come to find out that, because I’m fussy about my ‘e-accent-aigu’ on resumé, the font-swap utility chokes hard and refuses. Not to be outdone by my system, I track down the following process:
- save deck into an XML format (like HTML, but for any document)
- open XML in bare-bones MSNotepad
- track down the name of the official font+style…you didn’t think about that Omnes_GirlScout Regular and Omnes_GirlScout Semibold are two different fonts, did you?
- replace Omnes_GirlScout Regular with Arial—I finally can use something automated-ish, hurray search-and-replace!
- repeat process for all varieties of Omnes_something SomethingOrOther
- save and close Notepad
- open XML in Powerpoint
- verify success
- save as a Show (backup playable copy)
I went to test each of the 3 decks on the laptop I’m using, only to realize that the open-source presentation program wants to display the Show: VERY BAD since each different application feels compelled to chew up the work done by its predecessor. Fortunately (?), Microsoft offers a Powerpoint Viewer…which now needs to be installed.
Powerpoint Viewer installed, decks test smoothly (except for that one image I go back and fix),
all is at last ready for my conference day.
I swear to goodness, my life is one episode of If You Give a Mouse a Cookie after another.
2 thoughts on “Hacking, not writing”
Only entropy comes easy.
— Anton Chekhov
Lately I’ve been rocking that, too-!