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At midnight, my brain turned into a pumpkin

Yes! This could be my lamest Photoshop EVARRR!

What happened was, I spent the evening working on a P’shop, and it just never really gelled. And midnight rolled around and there I was, stuck.

Doesn’t happen to me very often. Usually, I celebrate my crappiest work right up there with my…somewhat less crappy work.

Hey, recognize that brain? It’s the same brain from yesterday. It turns up at the bottom of the first page of hits on a Google image search of “brain.” It’s sort of my go-to brain for P’shops: nice big three-quarter view set against an easily maskable black background.

Oh, lord…I have a favorite internet brain photo. Somebody pour me a gin and tonic.

Comments


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: September 2, 2010, 11:48 pm

You see? This is what you get when Her Stoatiness spends the entire day in the garden with her chickens

Just sayin’…..


Comment from Can’t hark my cry
Time: September 2, 2010, 11:57 pm

It’s OKAY, Stoatie. Lots of people have a favorite internet brain photo. Why I’m positive there are millions. . .well thousands. . .dozens. . .well, um a handful at least of people who have that very picture bookmarked as their favorite brain photo. Sure to be.

(Way to go, Uncle Badger! Kick her when she’s down, why don’t you?)


Comment from gebrauchshund
Time: September 3, 2010, 12:14 am

Considering what body parts some other people have a favorite internet photo of, a brain is almost …. charming.


Comment from Monotone The Elderish
Time: September 3, 2010, 12:30 am

yeah, up to a point. Then you wonder what sap/weirdo let another person take a picture of his/her brain.


Comment from Scubafreak
Time: September 3, 2010, 1:01 am

http://scienceblogs.com/insolence/upload/2007/08/fiendface7.jpg

๐Ÿ˜‰


Comment from Frit
Time: September 3, 2010, 8:34 am

You got punkinated, Stoaty!


Comment from Pavel
Time: September 3, 2010, 10:38 am

Not so lame. I see the makings of a pretty scary movie here. The Night of the Killer Jack-o-Lanterns.

There would be this big group of super-smart pumpkins? And they would all get carved into jack-o-lanterns? And their leader would have this big oozy brain? And they would try to go kill people, but when they try to attack cheerleaders taking showers, their giant, scary jack-o-lantern teeth would smoosh, and the cheerleaders would be all, wtf, that kind of hurt until their teeth smooshed?

And then the sheriff would discover that you can defeat the rogue pumpkins by just kicking them? And everyone else would be all, “Yeah, no shit; they’re fucking pumpkins, Sherlock.”

And after everyone kicks all the pumpkins there would be giant blobs of disgusting pumpkin innards all over the place, mixed in with brain goobers from the leader? And the camera would pan over the goop and there would be that scary ree-ree-ree sound?

And the next morning when the sun is up and the birds are singing and the clean up guys are cleaning up the mess, the sheriff would be giving an interview to the TV guys, and he would be claiming we had totally defeated the pumpkins, but then the camera would zoom in on a chunk of the brain, and it would be pulsing as though still alive . . . foreshadowing that there will be more attacks, and perhaps a sequel or two?

And the girls in the theater would krinkle their eyes in puzzlement and say, “What? Why?” And the guys would be thinking, “Because of the cheerleaders taking showers.”

Okay, never mind. That’s a pretty lame ‘shop, Stoaty. Nicely technically executed, of course.


Comment from Nina from GCP
Time: September 3, 2010, 12:40 pm

You’re just easy, Stoaty.

Not in that way, just easily amused. ๐Ÿ™‚


Comment from Clifford Scridlow
Time: September 3, 2010, 1:42 pm

Pulsating brain chunks and cheerleaders taking showers. I mean really, does it get any better than that?


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: September 3, 2010, 2:35 pm

I think I recognize that brain… Abby, is that you?

Oh, and Pavel – please pass the mushrooms ๐Ÿ™‚


Comment from tawny
Time: September 3, 2010, 5:51 pm

So will this derail the dead pool? After all, if she’s immortal she could hardly be said to have died. ๐Ÿ™‚
The German husband of ailing 93-year-old Hollywood actress and socialite Zsa Zsa Gabor said he wanted preserve her body by plastination after she dies, the Bild newspaper reported on Thursday.

“My wife has always dreamt that her beauty would be immortal,” Frederic von Anhalt said, “I would like to show the plastinated body of Zsa Zsa Gabor in the context of a scene in one of her films.”
http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/article/ALeqM5j0xocffZ6Gskg2MrwiU7qiE1YZ0A

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