Bob the animator: “Ok, so, there’s gonna be a broken piece of a sign that says ‘KL’ on it. Can you draw that?”
Frank the animator: “Yeah, sure, how’s this look?”
Bob the animator: “Well, if it was ACTUALLY a broken piece of a sign that says ‘Klondike,’ it wouldn’t have a big gap after the letters, but whatever. We can fix it in the closeup.”
Frank the animator: “Uh… ok. Shouldn’t I change it in the first shot?”
Bob the animator: “Nah, leave it, but give the new one some wood texture, and make it smaller… oh, and change the lengths of the spikes. The kids won’t notice.”
Frank the animator: “More like this?”
Bob the animator: “Yeah, yeah! And for the final scene, make it REALLY big, and remove the texture, and… heck, make it two spikes instead of three. Two is better.”
Frank the animator: “Alright, it’s done. Are you sure no one will ever notice all these haphazard, illogical changes?”
Bob the animator: “Yeah! I mean, what, do you think someone’s gonna take photos and put them on a blog with 3,500 followers some day? That would be ridiculous.”
Does it ever occur to you out of the blue how bad your condition has gotten? Like you’re just sipping coffee thinking about breakfast and then you realize that just a couple years ago you could do so many more things. You realize that you’ve acclimated so well to this life that you can’t even imagine how it was before.