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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our student house in north london was the film set for part of damon albarn's big screen break, "face". my flatmate's bedroom was where damon had his throat slit. you can recognise our house from the barbed wire on the garden wall before the shot even moves inside. that's how nice an area green lanes of manor house is.
and i served liam gallagher in a pub (the elizabethan in heaton moor before it got all refurbished and crap). i asked for his autograph and he said only if he could sign my shirt. so he did. on the right breast. said he'd see me soon. he was charm itself. then some twunt at the bar rang the local paper. next day it was all over the papers that liam had been causing carnage and snorting coke off the bar. all totally untrue but he rang the manager and swore he'd never come back...
arse.
edit: the arse was the wannabe pub loser, not mr gallagher himself!
( , Tue 1 Mar 2005, 17:47, Reply)
our student house in north london was the film set for part of damon albarn's big screen break, "face". my flatmate's bedroom was where damon had his throat slit. you can recognise our house from the barbed wire on the garden wall before the shot even moves inside. that's how nice an area green lanes of manor house is.
and i served liam gallagher in a pub (the elizabethan in heaton moor before it got all refurbished and crap). i asked for his autograph and he said only if he could sign my shirt. so he did. on the right breast. said he'd see me soon. he was charm itself. then some twunt at the bar rang the local paper. next day it was all over the papers that liam had been causing carnage and snorting coke off the bar. all totally untrue but he rang the manager and swore he'd never come back...
arse.
edit: the arse was the wannabe pub loser, not mr gallagher himself!
( , Tue 1 Mar 2005, 17:47, Reply)
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