I am still learning how to navigate my new blog-page here at .net. I am glad that I have Montana’s own computer-whisperer, Val, in my corner to iron out the bugs. And there have been many. Our latest fiasco involved the header picture up above.
When I decided to replace the last header (which was a photo of an upside-down “one way” sign), I submitted a photo of my parents, before they were married, out on a date. This photo:
As you can see, they were either trying to impress each other . . . Or they were trying to impress the restaurant’s photographer. (Mom assured me that you could see out of the little holes.) I thought at first that Mom and Dad were wearing bottle caps, but saw no sign of beer. My husband suggested that perhaps my dad carried a handful of bottled beer caps in his pocket. I don’t know. Maybe. However, I still really don’t know what those things are. My parents were in Izmir, Turkey, at the time, so the doo-dads they’d jammed into their eyes could have been anything from tiddly-winks to currency.
Then, once the picture had been posted as my blog header, I became more aware of the cigarette hanging from my dad’s face. Unacceptable. However, I no longer had my photoshop program. So first I emailed and then called Val, the computer-whisperer, and his wife Sarah.
“Please edit it out,” I begged.
“How about we photoshop a Snickers bar in it’s place?” Val suggested. “Make it look like he’s eating a candy bar.”
“Good idea,” I said.
However, this was the end result:
Not quite the effect we were hoping for.
“Help, Val!” I called. “It looks like my dad’s eating poop! We need to change it!”
Poor Val had just spent two hours on his computer searching for a candy bar picture that he could substitute for the cigarette. Apparently, it is very nearly impossible to find a picture of a candy bar set at just the right angle . . . or a candy bar with part of the wrapper still on it so that you know that it is, indeed, a candy bar and not something unspeakable. Two hours of Val’s busy life wasted for nothing. Poor Val. But I hardened my heart, thinking that everyone who will see the blog will be far more disturbed at seeing doo-doo hanging out of my dad’s mouth than they would have a cigarette.
“How about a head shot of Kippy, or Felix (their stuffed children – I mean, ‘animals’) looking into the frame like those old cartoons of Kilroy?” I suggested.
“Great idea,” Sarah enthused. “I’ll just tell Val.”
An hour later, Val called back. “You wouldn’t believe the trouble I had getting the picture put together,” he said. “First, I couldn’t crop Kippy’s head from the photograph I was using without getting tufts of grass sticking out. (Kippy was sitting in a field, contemplating his new pet) Then I found this one where he’s feeding his pancake to a chipmunk –
-but I had to turn it around and put it at an angle when I inserted it into the photo to make it look like Kippy and your dad are having a staring contest.”
However, when my husband saw it, he was extra delighted with the result.
“It looks like Kippy’s braced his feet on your dad’s chin so he could pull his ‘scarf’ out of his mouth,” he said.
Ahhhh . . . Val, cheer up. It is finally over. Good job!
Anyone out there have any photo disasters they want to tell us about? We all have those pictures we want buried. School photos where your blind grandma cut your hair the night before, perhaps? Remember, to leave a comment, click on the ‘Comments’ tag at the end of this blog, and don’t forget to check out the latest Photoblog of disasterous pictures on the right!
‘And now for something completely different’ – click on this link below for your laugh of the day and watch with the sound up: http://www.thebigshow.com/video_day/videoNew.php?day=2010-08-17