Flippy - I Rant, You Read

More to come….after I shower.  I can’t write when I’m so filthy.

It’s now two days later, and really, I guess no one cares that I didn’t come back after my shower.  Okay, fine.  Anyway, for posterity’s sake, Greg & Spiderman, after being fostered by us for six months, now have the best possible home they could’ve found.  They’re together (take THAT, vet who just wanted to separate them!), and have a great new mom.  She has a lovely home and a great attitude about the cats.  Plus, Spiderman slept with her in bed his very first night there, which means he’d only been there for a few hours, at the most.  Greg was a little more reticent, but he slept nearby.  I’m sure by now, they’re both sleeping with their new mom.  They’re such great cats, I’m so happy that we were able to wait until we found the perfect home for them.  It couldn’t have been a better match.  Yay!

the wee hours

...and whiskers on kittens

Bunny is going to be my placeholder for today’s NaBloPoMo post.  I had an idea, but no time to get that idea out of my head and onto my blog.  That clock that you all use?  It’s set to have the day end way too soon for me.  For instance, at one minute after midnight, I’m just starting to feel like my meds have kicked in to make me functional.  Heh, rereading that made it sound like I was some sort of psychotic person, unfit for public consumption, before my meds kicked in.  Nothing that drastic.  I’m just too sore to sit still and concentrate.  I don’t even know how to explain it, so I won’t.  I will, however, leave you with a new picture of Bunny that I mucked up with a blue paintbrush.  I accidentally saved the blued Bunny over the original, which was not at all what I wanted to do.  I admit it, I’m no graphic genius.  While I have Photoshop, I don’t like it because it’s too complicated.  I use PhotoImpact, which is also complicated, if you want to do the fancy stuff.  I have a book that teaches me how, and I had every intention of reading it from cover to cover when I got it many years ago.  I think there are lessons to teach you how to do the fancy stuff.  I never got around to ‘em.  I can, however, crop and use a paintbrush to try to cover up the mess on my bathroom counter.  I now introduce to you for the umpteenth time, Bunny…without red-eye.  The “without red-eye” part of the description means that it’s a very rare picture indeed.  Sadly, our pretty Bunnykins is impossible to photograph with a flash.  Her lovely blue eyes instantly change to glowing red devil eyes with the hint of a flash.  It’s a shame.  I don’t like to post the red-eye pictures, so there are fewer pictures of Bunny than Carlo, The Photogenic.  But, I love them just the same, and I think Bunny is so cool looking with her striped nose, mouth, and gums.  It’s fascinating how her coloring goes right down to her gums.  Well, to me it is.

Do you guys work on learning how to do the fancy stuff with your graphics programs?  What program do you use?  Did you learn from a book or from playing around with the software?  Have you ever visited the Layer Tennis website?  It’s a contest that involves two graphic artists - they start with one graphic and volley it back and forth, each getting fifteen minutes to change the graphic, while retaining some element of the graphic sent to them.  I don’t enjoy some of them because one person will send a graphic that has, say, an elephant riding a tricyle through the middle of Times Square…and the return volley will only use the blade of grass, from some tiny portion of the background, to make a whole new picture.  It seems to me to be a violation of the spirit of the game; however, it appears that it isn’t, because they do it all the time.  Nonetheless, I’d love to have even the tiniest portion of the ability of any of the artists.  Here are two of my favorite matches - Steven Harrington vs. Chuck Anderson & Kevin Cornell vs. Shaun Inman, but check out all of the matches, because every single one of them has something worthwhile in it.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

terribly early in the morning

Happy 10th Anniversary to us!

Today is our 10th anniversary, and it looks like Leigh-Ann’s gonna renew my contract for at least another year.

It’s also my parents’ 55th anniversary, and it looks like they’ll renew for another year too. 

It’s 4am, it’s all I got.  I apologize for not being particularly inspired.  Luckily, a big show of cards and gifts isn’t a requirement around our household…because we don’t have any money this week, so we’ll consider the iPods that we won as our gifts.  Next week, perhaps we’ll go out to dinner or something.

terribly early in the morning

David Letterman - What a great employer

NEW YORK (Hollywood Reporter) - Strike or not, employees of the “Late Show With David Letterman” and the “The Late Late Show With Craig Ferguson” will be paid through year’s end.  Both are produced by Letterman’s Worldwide Pants banner, which notified employees in New York and Los Angeles that they will be paid regardless of whether the shows return. It would make Worldwide Pants the first known company to guarantee its staff a paycheck during the writers strike.

What a classy move by David Letterman.  He stood by the writers and refused to cross the picket line (as did Jay Leno), and now he’s paying them out of his own pocket for at least six weeks.  On the other side of the coin - Ellen DeGeneres.  Ellen took one day off to supposedly stand by her writers, but she came back the next day.  She took more time off when she was upset about breaking the contract for her adopted dog.  I’ve read quite a bit of interesting talk about how poorly Ellen treats her staff, so I’m not surprised at her behavior.  In fact, the more that I see the real Ellen, the more that I have no desire to watch public funny & nice Ellen.  The contrast is just too great.  The more I read about her, the more I believe that her tears for the dog were just a tantrum of spoiled rich person not getting their way.  The dog was just the object that she wasn’t allowed to control.

A weird thing - I click on a “justify” button for each paragraph I type in my blog.  When I started to write the first paragraph of this entry, I clicked on the “strike” button, which is next to it.  I’ve never clicked on that button before.  My fingers knew that they were going to be talking about the writers’ strike, I guess.