Claims to Fame
Rob writes, "My photoshop claim to fame: the way the crop tool greys out the rest of the image? That was my idea. I sent it to the Abobe features request thing back in ooh probably about 1998. (After spending a frustrating day cropping images for a dull
website, and wishing the tool worked better.)"
What crappy claims to fame can you make?
( , Thu 24 Feb 2005, 12:49)
Rob writes, "My photoshop claim to fame: the way the crop tool greys out the rest of the image? That was my idea. I sent it to the Abobe features request thing back in ooh probably about 1998. (After spending a frustrating day cropping images for a dull
website, and wishing the tool worked better.)"
What crappy claims to fame can you make?
( , Thu 24 Feb 2005, 12:49)
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Two Degrees From Babs!
My formerly estranged grampa's wife is a Jungian analyst, and she used to do dream analysis for Barbara Streisand. The two of them went and stayed with her for a weekend once, and they speak about it rapturously, like they'd been taken off to fairyland for a night with Tatania. Rather pathetic, I know, both on their part, and on mine for mentioning it here.
Oh yeah, she actually stopped doing it for her, cause Babs is an infantile cunt who used to incessantly ring her up in the middle of the night.
Oh, and while they were there, my Grampa, who is an English professor specializing in the Romantics (the poets, not the crap 80s band) and has a gift for pretty speech, got away with telling her that she's "The bearer of the penis," though explaining how would take several pages.
( , Fri 25 Feb 2005, 18:16, Reply)
My formerly estranged grampa's wife is a Jungian analyst, and she used to do dream analysis for Barbara Streisand. The two of them went and stayed with her for a weekend once, and they speak about it rapturously, like they'd been taken off to fairyland for a night with Tatania. Rather pathetic, I know, both on their part, and on mine for mentioning it here.
Oh yeah, she actually stopped doing it for her, cause Babs is an infantile cunt who used to incessantly ring her up in the middle of the night.
Oh, and while they were there, my Grampa, who is an English professor specializing in the Romantics (the poets, not the crap 80s band) and has a gift for pretty speech, got away with telling her that she's "The bearer of the penis," though explaining how would take several pages.
( , Fri 25 Feb 2005, 18:16, Reply)
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