Photoshop Regression Therapy
I’m following a load (or ‘bunch’ for you Americans out there) of tutorials from watchandlearnphotoshop.com. Every now and again they send me a link to a new one in the hope I’ll shell out for the full course one day. It might happen yet. In the mean time it’s like having a new craft project come through the letterbox. I enjoyed the ‘add rain to a picture‘ one and this one was how to make an ancient map. So this is what an OS map of Gwod would look like after one of sita’s gas explosions. Probably. Making it reminded me of a stand out English class in Taunton School (16 years ago?), in the 5th year, or whatever it’s called these days. It was Mr. Hughes and we were reading Fahrenheit 451, a book about the near future with firemen being in charge of burning books and the totalitarian police, etc. Anyway, one inspired day, our homework (Jesus, we had to call it ‘Prep’ in those days) was for each of us to memorise a page in one particular chapter to recite. The next class, we had to rip that page out and put it in a bin in the middle of the room and then he set light to the lot, in the classroom… then we’d go around the class reciting the chapter in the acrid smoke of burnt paper and remnants of chewing gum, biros etc in the bin. Thrilling stuff actually, and doubtless illegal nowadays. As with most books that year, we never got around to finishing it and ended up watching the video. Even Hamlet. You know, the one with Mel Gibson.
Thanks Mum, the book you posted on Dec 12 2005 arrived yesterday intact. There’s hope yet. Don’t suppose the beautifully crafted DVD tour of our house has turned up your end yet though? Sita and I spent Beth and Ali’s Amazon voucher last night, fingers crossed, is should arrive end of Feb at present speeds.
Sita’s learning about Tequila and China right now in her diploma class. I’m about to cook me turkey bacon (and made Shepherd’s Pie last night). Jose’s probably coming round this evening and we’re going to Podcast some of his poetry with minor chords acoustic guitar accompaniment. Viva Bohemia. Cheers
