Showing posts with label kvetching. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kvetching. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Business Card Woes
I'm trying to redo my business cards. I am failing miserably. I want business cards that reflect my push towards vintage and antique hardware in my shop, but the first background I tried using was too busy and the second turned out ugly. I may have to photograph something specifically for the business cards. Poop.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
My Camera's Got the Blues
I'm already a Photoshop addict; mindless snapshots of my friends at the Chinese New Year's parade are subjected to at least cropping and curves before I'll post them on Facebook. But today's batch of pictures were like a germaphobe finding a booger on his coffee cup.
I know my camera has trouble with purple. It thinks purple is blue. I heard a rumor that Canons in general don't like purple, so maybe Grimace screwed them on a modeling contract and this is their revenge.
Today I was not photographing purple, I was photographing the hats I got at the auction last week until my camera battery died. One of the hats is green, and while it came out green, the hat on the screen was significantly bluer than the hat in reality. I ended up color correcting every single shot. I always feel weird when I have to doctor photographs to make them look more like the real thing.
So purple is blue, green is blue. Camera, do you have the blues? Because these color identity crises are wearing thin, and for as much as I love Photoshop, all that extra work kind of...blew.
I know my camera has trouble with purple. It thinks purple is blue. I heard a rumor that Canons in general don't like purple, so maybe Grimace screwed them on a modeling contract and this is their revenge.
Today I was not photographing purple, I was photographing the hats I got at the auction last week until my camera battery died. One of the hats is green, and while it came out green, the hat on the screen was significantly bluer than the hat in reality. I ended up color correcting every single shot. I always feel weird when I have to doctor photographs to make them look more like the real thing.

So purple is blue, green is blue. Camera, do you have the blues? Because these color identity crises are wearing thin, and for as much as I love Photoshop, all that extra work kind of...blew.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
does not compute, Chappy Chanukah
My computer monitor died. This would be less of a big deal if my computer wasn't a laptop. Oy. I am heavily reliant on my computer. I use it for both of my jobs (Etsy and my other one). I don't get TV because I can watch anything I really want to see on my computer (Daily Show and Colbert Report mostly, plus lots of Netflix stuff). It makes me feel connected to people I don't get to see and people I don't even know through email, blogs, Facebook, Twitter, etc. And all these days without it (almost a week now) are enough to make me go GRRRRRRRRAWWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRR!
Chanukah starts tonight. As Jewish holidays go, it's far less important than Shavuot, but when faced with the question, "Daddy, where's our Christmas Tree," menorahs blaze strong.
Ok, that's totally not fair. It's cold and dark out. Chanukah is a holiday of light and family and fried foods and games, and that's quite positive and appealing, even if you stick Christmas in August. Purim (my favorite holiday ever) gets more attention than Shavuot, too, and it's nowhere near anything competing for the hearts of Jewish children on the calendar. Purim is another holiday not from the Torah about "they tried to kill us, they didn't kill us, we ate," but this time in then Persia, a woman (Esther) saves the day, and everybody dresses up in costumes and gets drunk. So maybe Shavuot just needs a better marketing department and something shiny, and I need to get my tuchas to my parents' house for love and food and presents. My brother and I are hunting through Etsy for a new wallet (billfold, lots of pockets, leather is good but not required, if you want to help us find something hint hint hint) for my mother. Go handmade.
Chag sameach. Let's eat.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Angry Head, Crafty Heart
So no Handmade Market today. And I have all these cute envelopes and mini-cards I want to list on Etsy, but right now I'm just not up to it. I'm only even on the computer because I put it on my nightstand so I could use it from my bed, and I keep having to close my eyes and type blind because the glare is bothering me, but lying around doing nothing all day was getting old.
Sorry I'm so fussy. Constant blinding pain makes me fussy.
Why isn't my acupuncture appointment until Wednesday?
*Photo Light and Time by sevenbridges available on Etsy, and such a wonderful illustration for a migraine
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