Let the noble sentiments of yesterday’s post stand. This morning the grumps have moved in and I do not have my attitude hitched up quite right yet. Plus, I rejoice to say, I have some paying work that needs me.
So if you’re too young to know what I mean when I say I cannot appear in public without my girdle on straight, good for you.
Until matters improve, let this do for now:
I hate PhotoShop.
PhotoShop had absolutely nothing to do with the below photo. Nor did CGI. Nor did any fancy fake tekno glitz nor glitter of any kind have anything whatsoever to do with the below photo.
If you want to know what really makes me holler, here is a particularly egregious example.
By contrast, the below photo is just exactly the way the morning sun landed in my camera’s eye. I just want to be clear on that point.
I hate PhotoShop because when the real deal really does appear – the bells n whistles stand between us, and the miracle that’s showing up right before our eyes.
Reality. Sometimes it really is what it’s cracked up to be.