I’ve been dinking around with filters and layers for a design project I’m doing at work, and while I was figuring out a shortcut today, I ‘Shopped up a photo Ron shot of me yesterday at Daily Star Comics in Metropolis:
Don’t look too closely, or you’ll see where my lines got a little wobbly on a couple of spots I was trying to enhance by hand, but I think it’s still a fun photo. Way better than Bitstrips.
Too bad I didn’t figure out the shortcut before I spent 10 hours tracing posterized edges by hand to convert photos to cartoons. -_-
We got up later than we’d planned, mostly because we were up way later than we’d planned, thanks to a 10:30 p.m. shooting I had to cover on my night off and a 2:30 a.m. press release about the shooting that I found in my inbox just as I was putting the phone on the charger as I tumbled into bed. Rather than the trip to Jay’s Chicken in Sikeston that we’d initially planned, we decided to head out to the Blue Boar in Cobden, which we’d never tried. The food was just meh (good ideas; mediocre execution), but the setting was great. I was particularly taken with this waterfall — especially the statue above it, which is hard to see in this iPhone picture, but which appealed to my geeky little heart, for reasons involving a certain Doctor.
Then I came home and reinstalled the Adobe Creative Suite on my Mac, which I am pleased to report is alive and well and running just fine since I replaced the hard drive yesterday. Replacing a hard drive isn’t that challenging (if you’ve ever changed the air filter in an ’85 Nissan, you know the level of difficulty we are dealing with here), but it still felt good to be mucking about under the hood with a jeweler’s screwdriver like I knew what I was doing.
Unfortunately, I’d misplaced the serial number for the software, so while the installation CDs were running on my Mac, I pulled out my PC and contacted Adobe to find out how to recover the serial number. At one point, I was chatting with an Adobe support guy on my PC, installing software on my Mac, and resetting my Adobe password with my iPhone. This is what my desk looks like at the moment:
After spending the bulk of my weekend performing surgery on my Mac, sifting through more than 35,000 files (most of them images), transferring data from an external hard drive, installing software, and dealing with various and sundry other computer concerns, I think I need a trip to Mr. Typewriter in St. Louis to decontaminate from all these ones and zeroes while I pick up a replacement ribbon for my old Royal portable. Too bad he’s closed on weekends….
So I made a quick run up to Carbondale this evening to pick up some stuff from the Co-op. On my way back, I came through Anna to discover this:
I have always loved this sign, but this is the first time I’ve seen them light the flashing arrow and the excellent googie bubbles at the top.
Sadly, this was the best shot I could get, because the property owners are weird about people taking pictures of the sign, so I had to roll down the window and shoot fast from a nearby driveway, then Photoshop the crappy Hardee’s sign out of the background when I got home.
In honor of the good Doctor’s anniversary today, I think this is an opportune time to share the theory I hatched while Jeff and I were geeking out with a couple of Baby Boomers in the parking lot outside a concert last month:
Judy Collins is a Time Lord.
Here is how I know:
1. Has had multiple, clearly distinct incarnations, as evidenced by a glance at her album covers.
2. Frequently transports people back in time.
3. Has survived multiple events/circumstances that would have killed a mere human.
4. “Slim, and a little bit foxy.”
5. Time Lord technology would explain how a voice capable of filling an entire cathedral could be stored inside such a tiny woman.
Y’all think I’m playing. You watch: The Daleks are gonna show up in the middle of “Send in the Clowns” one of these days, and I’mma be the only one in the audience who isn’t surprised when mah-girl busts out a sonic screwdriver and starts kicking ass.