This is what is wrong with the World today.

There are two occasions on which knowing the precise colour of something on a computer is important:

  1. You are going to do some work in a graphics application.
  2. You need to know the colour to use in the delivery of a web technology based solution.

If you are a professional, you will have been supplied with the precise colour values by your (or your client’s) Marketing Department and don’t need to ‘discover’ it.

You will not, therefore, be requiring the use of a colourpicker.

If you are not professional … or your client is not (and cannot, therefore, supply the necessary information) … then:

In the first case, you take a screengrab/screenshot, paste it into your already open graphics app and use the app’s colourpicker to determine the value of the colour you are interested in.

In the second, you don’t care what colour the thing is, because, before you do anything colour related in (X)HTML/CSS, you refer to the websafe colour palette that has been in use for the last couple of decades and use the values from there that most closely match what you need — what colour is displayed on your screen is irrelevant, what matters is what your (re)production of it will look like on everyone else’s screens.

Before Windows 10 PowerToys Color Picker, such a seemingly simple operation would have required more than a few applications and some gymnastics with open screens to accomplish.

No … no, it wouldn’t have — and if you aren’t old enough to be aware of that … or aren’t experienced enough to have learned about taking screenshots or about the websafe colour palette (or, more importantly, to ask the Marketing Department for the precise values) … then, really, you shouldn’t be doing anything involving computers but focus on practising tying your shoelaces instead.

I blame the advent of social media myself.

Previously, there were readers and non-readers.

Some readers went on to become writers of some sort — fiction, non-fiction, it doesn’t matter … they knew how to read and, as a result, had a pretty good grasp of writing.

Then came social media … and people who had no business penning more than a shopping list were suddenly writing in public on a daily basis.

Before you knew it, people with no clue what they were saying or doing felt they were experts because, as ‘the first generation to grow up with the Internet’, they were born with an instinctive grasp of everything computer related — a bit like how many white South Africans aren’t at all racist but actually experts on cultural differences because they employed/managed/worked-in-the-same-building-as/once-saw-some ‘Blacks’ during the Apartheid era.

So, now we have people who know nothing about computers, graphics or the Web writing articles on the latter about the former.

And a generation of publications founded (and run) by people who know nothing about publishing and having, therefore, no idea of the importance of sub-editors, think that all it takes is to commission writers and then post their crap on the site without anyone running an eye over it for the purpose of weeding out said crap in favour of well researched, grammatically correct, properly spelled, semantically meaningful pieces based upon the ability to read/listen, understand and formulate an article that reflects Reality, not how much of an ‘influencer’ the writer can persuade the publisher/chief (i.e. only) editor they are.

And in excess of 300 billion websites full of crap written by people who, if we’re charitable about it, are probably better described as ‘confident’ and ‘enthusiastic’ than they are ‘knowledgeable’ or ‘qualified’.


Idiocracy was not fiction, it was prophecy … and will spell the end of homo sapiens (as) sapiens long before we are advanced enough to usher in 1984 or Brave New World.

Those of you in the intellectually cheap seats can ignore the above and focus on the fact that I said ‘homo’ … dur hur hur.


See this …

Oh, the irony

See how the pink margin around the yellow is uneven.

I coloured that pink to illustrate how uneven the cropping is.

In the original it’s white. Like this …

The stupid — it burns!

So, what’s the problem?

You can’t see the margin when the image is pasted against a white background, no, but it will displace the image from the centre-point. It’s unbalanced, is what the problem is.

If you’re going to bother to crop it at all … which you can see it has been on the left/top … then do the job properly! The person making it available has done a half-arsed job, is what the problem is.

There’s no drop-shadow that needs accommodating, it’s just shoddy workmanship. It just speaks volumes about the quality of the work produced by the person who made it available — it’s unprofessional, is what the problem is.

I was going to use it as the featured image for this post but, when I saw it in isolation, I found that what I really needed was something else — something more forceful than a simple facepalm too *sigh*

No, please, don’t draw my attention to the difference in the top/bottom/left/right margins around the text. I’ve seen it, I know it’s there, but I’m beginning to wonder whether, maybe, I’m losing my mind or if it’s simply my eyesight going — either way around, however, I’ve had enough now and it will just make me cry, so let’s leave it there, shall we? I said ‘bottom’, hur hur.

[Footnote The Second]

No, there are no other cases in which an onscreen colour picker will be of any use.

If you are a games/film/media artist then what you want is one of these …

… not some pathetic ‘Power Toy’; you’re being paid to create realistic environments, not an homage to Timothy Leary — or, if you’re recreating/remastering a past ouevre and need to remain faithful to the original palette, the formerly mentioned use of the in-app colour picker applied to a screengrab still holds.

And, if you are being paid to produce some science fiction (or otherwise otherworldly) environment, the likes of which Leary could not have seen no matter how much acid he took, then you can still use the in-app colour picker, if you’re insufficiently imaginative to simply create your own palette from scratch.



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There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.