Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Random Picture
This is a picture of Heidi posing in her robe with the help of Mommy. I thought it turned out pretty cool. I used the lasso tool in Photoshop and created a vignette around Heidi by adjusting the levels. Then I adjusted the curves into a 'S' pattern which helped Heidi pop out more in the image. Then some texture in the background. Done.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Old Skool
I'm in the process of scanning over a thousand picture slides that my Dad has taken over the years. Some slides are over 45 years old. This is a so much fun going through all of these slides.
This is a picture of me at 2 months of age.
This is one of my favorites so far. This is after a snow storm back in 1967 in Michigan City, IN. Check out the old Clark and Texaco gas stations. It kind of reminds me of the movie A Christmas Story. OH FUDGE!
This is one of my favorites so far. This is after a snow storm back in 1967 in Michigan City, IN. Check out the old Clark and Texaco gas stations. It kind of reminds me of the movie A Christmas Story. OH FUDGE!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Chuck Lorre Productions
CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #270
Jillian had a urinary tract infection... again.
That sentence appeared in my head a few days ago, just as you see it above. I have no idea what it means, other than the obvious, and I don't know anyone named Jillian. Regardless, I thought it'd be interesting to begin a vanity card with it and just see where it goes.
Jillian had a urinary tract infection... again. Her doctor liked to abbreviate the condition to UTI. She liked to abbreviate it to TMH - Too Much Humping. Regardless, the road back to vaginal happiness was always the same: cranberry juice and abstinence. Thankfully, her boyfriend, Dudley, was always very understanding. He'd just smile, hold her in his arms and say, "Well, babe, when one door closes, another one opens up." She'd always giggle and blush when he'd say that, but deep down she wished she had the courage to cover his mouth and nose with a chloroform-soaked rag, and then, while he was unconscious, snip off his testicles with the little scissors she uses to groom her schnauzer.
All of which explains why the next sentence popped into my head recently.
Nobody sang Bee Gees songs on karaoke night like Dudley.
Jillian had a urinary tract infection... again.
That sentence appeared in my head a few days ago, just as you see it above. I have no idea what it means, other than the obvious, and I don't know anyone named Jillian. Regardless, I thought it'd be interesting to begin a vanity card with it and just see where it goes.
Jillian had a urinary tract infection... again. Her doctor liked to abbreviate the condition to UTI. She liked to abbreviate it to TMH - Too Much Humping. Regardless, the road back to vaginal happiness was always the same: cranberry juice and abstinence. Thankfully, her boyfriend, Dudley, was always very understanding. He'd just smile, hold her in his arms and say, "Well, babe, when one door closes, another one opens up." She'd always giggle and blush when he'd say that, but deep down she wished she had the courage to cover his mouth and nose with a chloroform-soaked rag, and then, while he was unconscious, snip off his testicles with the little scissors she uses to groom her schnauzer.
All of which explains why the next sentence popped into my head recently.
Nobody sang Bee Gees songs on karaoke night like Dudley.
