stuff and things
Learned a new word this week: sparging! It means to pump air or gas into something. However, safe in the knowledge that no one will catch me at it, I intend to start misusing it outrageously. (What, you don't think word [mis]useage can be outrageous? Maybe you're not an English graduate! *zing*)
Ex.
"What have you been up to recently?"
"Oh, you know... reading, sparging, learning Japanese. How about you?"
"How was work?"
"It was fucking sparging, man."
I sparge, you sparge, we all sparge. *jazz hands*
The poster for that Angelina Jolie/James McAvoy/gunz movie, Wanted causes me so much pain. You have no idea. I have to see it multiple times on my commute and just... ahhhhhhhhck. Check it out. Setting aside the fact that they're floating above some kind of 300-esque oatmeal ocean/sky, it's clearly not possible for Angelina to be holding the gun at that angle. And her knee there in the shot is just weird (again, some fucked up Photoshop yoga going on there) -- the first few times I saw the poster, I thought it was her boob.
(I truly have no desire to be a graphic designer -- I wouldn't even be any good at it, I don't think -- but the fact is, I love manipulating pictures. And I'm GREAT at it. Because, hey, I've manipulated about 5,768,348 pictures in my fannish career. I'm much better at it than most bonafide graphic designers that get hired to do shit like create movie posters. Why isn't "picture manipulator" a job? Sigh.)
The bleakness of summer TV (or lack thereof) is finally getting to me. The only show I look forward to is Australia's Next Top Model and even that ends soon. The Weeds premiere was disappointing (although it did make me reeeally want Nancy/Andy fic :x). Basically, the Mad Men premiere can't come soon enough.
Ex.
"What have you been up to recently?"
"Oh, you know... reading, sparging, learning Japanese. How about you?"
"How was work?"
"It was fucking sparging, man."
I sparge, you sparge, we all sparge. *jazz hands*
The poster for that Angelina Jolie/James McAvoy/gunz movie, Wanted causes me so much pain. You have no idea. I have to see it multiple times on my commute and just... ahhhhhhhhck. Check it out. Setting aside the fact that they're floating above some kind of 300-esque oatmeal ocean/sky, it's clearly not possible for Angelina to be holding the gun at that angle. And her knee there in the shot is just weird (again, some fucked up Photoshop yoga going on there) -- the first few times I saw the poster, I thought it was her boob.
(I truly have no desire to be a graphic designer -- I wouldn't even be any good at it, I don't think -- but the fact is, I love manipulating pictures. And I'm GREAT at it. Because, hey, I've manipulated about 5,768,348 pictures in my fannish career. I'm much better at it than most bonafide graphic designers that get hired to do shit like create movie posters. Why isn't "picture manipulator" a job? Sigh.)
The bleakness of summer TV (or lack thereof) is finally getting to me. The only show I look forward to is Australia's Next Top Model and even that ends soon. The Weeds premiere was disappointing (although it did make me reeeally want Nancy/Andy fic :x). Basically, the Mad Men premiere can't come soon enough.