Addendum for McTabby:

Myrtlefic of the day.

But there is no Peeves. *pats apologetically*

Interest.ing.

The interests I have that nobody else does:

Achenar, Christian Coulson's hands, high-end 3D programs, Katraan, mouse trails, portable storage, sophisticated fannishness, Stoneship, Swedish bagpipes, things Jason Isaacs said, yoik.

Let me see: three Myst-related (hmm, maybe I should list Tamra, too), three geek-related, two Scandinavian-folk-music-related, two-Harry-Potter-actor-related, one general. I feel simultaneously lonely and unique. Go me!

Ah. myst_library spelled Achenar's name wrong. No wonder we don't match. o.O










Myst Island! Mwahahahaha!

The Voice of God.

No, I didn't see Dogma. But I did, in light of noticing the joys of Alan Rickman's voice in the HP movies (I see so few movies it's sad--bear that in mind) decide to rewatch part of Closet Land, which, by an odd miracle, I have on VHS. And, lo, the voice.

Incredibly well-done movie, but I bailed out about a third of the way through (only watched it once before) because it's incredibly intense, wrenching, horrifying. Not sure of the word I'm looking for here. It also made me worship both Alan Rickman and Madaleine Stowe. And, when it comes to HP dreamcasting, may I nominate the latter as Tom's mother? Gods, the woman is gorgeous.

*continues to worship*

I t00b, you t00b, we all t00b for iT00b!

Day before yesterday--didn't post it because I forgot to email myself jpegs, and I was having a collapse that evening--I discovered Photoshop. They have it at work, and I had to do something for a postcard I was designing with Quark, so I decided to fool around a little and see what I could do.

Fear.

First thing I did: mildly photoshopping an old picture of me that a friend had photoshopped herself a bit back. Then, of course, I not so mildly photoshopped it.

Onto another old picture of me, from Halloween a few years back, which turned into the evil blue genie of doom. Still working on it, more-or-less, but I kinda like it.

Then I started seeing what I could do *just* with filters. No source image, no nothing, just the presets. Thus was born the star--that was the last of several variations, and the one most subject to color twiddling. And, of course, all stars go nova.

So that was my first photoshopping. Go, go, look at the shinies!

Earlier--much earlier in FWT, actually--I decided to teach myself Quark, which came fairly easily. And I should grab a screenshot of the very first thing I did in it, because I think it's impressive for a virgin outing. But in the meantime...

Why you should never leave me alone with the industry standard layout program.