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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crappest claim to fame
Well, I was 18 (6 yrs ago) and in a club with my mates.
Who would happen to walk past us but PETER SIMON, presenter of double-dare and run the risk on Children's BBC's going live.
Stopping him and asking if it really was him, he confrimed our drunken supsicions.
Then explaining what he had been up to since the days of gordon the gopher and co, he began to touch me up; grope my ass while none of my friends were the wiser.
This lasted about 1 minute, during which the thought was going through my head "this is peter simon, hes touching me up, should i be offended or savouring it for the press earnings?"
i let him have his wicked way with my derrier while chatting about himself, before he wandered off, presumably to go fondle some other teenage boy.
I tell the story fondly these days...
( , Fri 25 Feb 2005, 21:07, Reply)
Well, I was 18 (6 yrs ago) and in a club with my mates.
Who would happen to walk past us but PETER SIMON, presenter of double-dare and run the risk on Children's BBC's going live.
Stopping him and asking if it really was him, he confrimed our drunken supsicions.
Then explaining what he had been up to since the days of gordon the gopher and co, he began to touch me up; grope my ass while none of my friends were the wiser.
This lasted about 1 minute, during which the thought was going through my head "this is peter simon, hes touching me up, should i be offended or savouring it for the press earnings?"
i let him have his wicked way with my derrier while chatting about himself, before he wandered off, presumably to go fondle some other teenage boy.
I tell the story fondly these days...
( , Fri 25 Feb 2005, 21:07, Reply)
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