I'm rather distracted by the thought of a glittery preteen girl pacing, peg-legged, over the deck of her whaling ship, her wings all a-flutter in the breeze.In other news, it looks like I'm going back to the U.S. a few days earlier than expected. I should be able to provide details tomorrow, but it appears that my supervisor has bestowed upon me ( Read more... )

The icon parade continues, but I sense the end is near. The voices that force me to do inappropriate things with Photoshop grow quiet, allowing me to hear the siren song of Lost. Two-hour long season finale on your Wednesday/my Thursday ( Read more... )

"Let's see what I can do with Google Image Search and ten minutes in Photoshop," I said. "It's not like I want to do that stuff for work, anyway."

( I am so, so sorry. )

My recent poll indicates that few of you like math humor and none of you like zombies. (It also indicates that a large portion of you are more attuned to weighted answer choices than to the overwhelming obviousness of Batman's ability to kick Superman's ass. Seriously, people.) So I picked up my stylus, opened Painter, and took three minutes to ( Read more... )

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It occurred to me, once I was no longer shivering unhappily in front of my heater, that the little red light has been blinking this time, whereas on previous occasions it has been a sustained glare of hunger for fuel. Perhaps, I mused, the kerosene had run out at the most inopportune time possible yesterday, giving the water in the tank the chance ( Read more... )