Photoshoppery

I'll be the first to admit that my photoshop skills are still in the development stage. For some reason I felt the need to spend my college years writing papers and studying for freaking slide ID exams instead of learning how to manipulate images. Whatever. I can always teach, right?! Heh.

The University called me last week asking for money. Since they only bother me once a year, and because I actually didn't owe any money upon graduating, I sent them $50, which my employer matched. So, $100. Hear that? I'm paying for some kid to fall asleep in class right now.

Oh. Back to my original point. I'm not great at photoshop, and it drives me crazy to polish something that's just for illustration purposes, anyway. I bring you...

Captain Laura's newest Fantasy Realty masturbation technique...

10243 Julius Northway, Sunset Hills. Priced right, huuge fireplace, hellishly dated. What I could do if I got my hands on this place, though!

Yeknom

When we were little, my cousins and I were into monkeys. Like, hardcore into monkeys. It was one of those times when a casual interest kind of turned into thinking and talking about monkeys all. the. time. Yeah, we were weird kids.

Anyway, one morning we got up and started farting around with the computer. Actually, I think we were writing a town newspaper for our other burning obsession, Playmobil.

We were using the microphone and sound recorder to try and say "monkey...," backwards. Then, we would reverse the track and play our recording the other way and see how close we'd come to getting the inflection and pronunciation correct.

"YEK-nom"

"mon-KAY"

"yek-NOM"

"MON-kay"

"YEEK-nom"

"mon-KEEE"

It was only after about 30 minutes of this that it occurred to us to say the word forwards, then play the track backwards to see how it sounded. Duh.

In other news, I've encountered my first little copyright-infringement issue. I'm fairly sure that my inaction as far as watermarking my photos and issuing a copyright statement led to a little bit of heartache for all parties involved. Meh.

Greta

This little girl slays me. She and her 3 older siblings (all white boxers) showed up at the Lucky Dog photo shoot a couple of weekends ago. So. cute.

Woof.

Franklin make a new friend the other weekend. Grommit is an English Mastiff who is one of the gentlest dogs I've ever known. Even though he outweighs Franklin by, oh, 170 pounds or so, Grommit got down on the floor to greet Franklin and let him have a few sniffs.

The funniest thing was that Grommit drools. A lot. Every time he put his head down to check Franklin out, the ween would end up covered in dog spit. Who needs a shower?

Speaking of showers, Franklin ended up in the shower with me a couple of nights ago. He was pissed. I figured that as long as he was in there, I might as well soap him up. Yeah, not the best idea I've ever had...

Dog-Tography

While I haven't been crafting much, I did do some cool photos of Katie the Bull Terrier last weekend. You can check out all my proofs at my Franklin Photography Instaproofs Site.