Eight decades later ... Or: pretending to look busy
I'm stuck at work until 12:30. There's absolutely nothng to do. I've even gone as far as dusted our proofreader's desk while he's on vacation.
Hurry. Up. Time.
So, what am I doing? Downloading brushes for Photoshop to kill time, after I got bored of the "Wikipedia Link Game" (which is: start by looking up something you're actually interested in learning about, succumb to all the pretty links, and before you know it, you're not even close to the initial entry you were reading. :: laugh ::). But hey, playing said game has led me on a whirlwind tour of hot beards of the past:
(Obviously LJ'ers like thornyc do this sort of "beard history" far better.)
Hurry. Up. Time.
So, what am I doing? Downloading brushes for Photoshop to kill time, after I got bored of the "Wikipedia Link Game" (which is: start by looking up something you're actually interested in learning about, succumb to all the pretty links, and before you know it, you're not even close to the initial entry you were reading. :: laugh ::). But hey, playing said game has led me on a whirlwind tour of hot beards of the past:
(Obviously LJ'ers like thornyc do this sort of "beard history" far better.)