I agree with Aaron. I can take any 'quality' photo and photoshop the hell out of it. For my daughters wedding, I have a background that I purchased and I imposed her and the fiance on it. They're 'steam-punked', moving forward in the background like they just robbed a place. With this quote (that I'm still working on): It only takes two...
HA! Try squatting to pee and aiming in such a way that you don't end up pissing right on your foot or underwear. That's precision.
"HA! Try squatting to pee and aiming in such a way that you don't end up pissing right on your foot or underwear. That's precision." No, that's called first grade.. On a sidenote: You guys can aim? Holy crap! That requires at least a two-chapter-rewrite on my pending novel: Girls Can't Aim.
Just to add my two cents to the "photo" discussion : TMW you want to buy a new camera and search the web for camera reviews/tests and end up on a page that offers a free software hack to add exciting new features to your existing camera: http://chdk.wikia.com/wiki/Features
TMW a little bit of plastic was lurking in your inhaler, waiting for a chance to choke you to death. Et tu, Salbutomol?
@Aaron DC : microchips are so cheap these days that manufacturers put the same kind of silicone to a very wide range of their products and limit the functionality from software. With 3rd party software the limitations are gone.
The chip does not prevent the sync, the speed of the curtain prevents the sync. From my understanding of the mechanics of photography, you can not sync flash at 1/60,000s because the curtain moves too slow. You get a black band across the shot. I also doubt you'd get 1/60,000s shot speed regardless, again due to curtain speed?
There is no mechanical shutter in low-end digital cameras, they read the CCD continuously. Full frame DSLR cameras have a mechanical shutter but that's a different class of devices with a different price tag (and a different quality). I agree with you that 1/60,000 sec is pretty fast and with a cheap camera the picture quality will be very low at this speed.
TMW your dad and stepmom mistook his niece's spouse as a man even though they talked and dined together . Now they finally understand why my uncle was so confused by them asking when the two are going to get married (same sex marriage is not legal yet although it should be in a year or two).
That moment you realize you finish a contest entry in an hour and realize you can still write! *I know that sounds like crap but I couldn't think of a better way to say it.
That moment when your test website starts acting up and you narrow it down to: DB link pointing at test server for some reason is pointing at production server. Nope, pointing at something else again entirely. Hey admin!!?
TMW you get a good groove going in your writing, but you have to stop in the middle of your groove to get ready for work. *puts on Darth Vader's mask* “NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo....”
TMW you remember the names you came up with for your cyberpunk novel. TMW you start thinking of a name for the novel and come up with one on the 6 minute drive home from dinner at a friend's place. Woot!
TMW... You are reading a book on Kindle and are taking great pleasures making snarky commentary w/ the commentary function, up to and including pretending the characters themselves are commenting on what's happening to them in that book. Uh, that's OK, right? It's not plagiarism to do that? TMW... You realize you've never read the sixth Harry Potter book. You read up to Book 5, skipped 6 for some reason, and finished the seventh book. I still have my copy of it...Maybe I need to go read it. Just for nostalgia and stuff.
TMW... A song from a children's show you don't even watch springs into your head and latches its talons deep into your brain. And you find yourself humming it. OK, that's it, off to write out a scene where a guy embarrasses himself in public by singing it out loud in his place of work. TMW... You now realize what it's like to be some of the debaters in the Debate Section.
TMW you realise your cat is acting funny because she can't get to the mouse that's cowering in the shoe box. Followed quickly by TMW you see another, dead mouse on the doormat with its guts spilling out. And then TMW the spider in the corner thinks "fuck this, I'm not getting involved" and runs to hide in the shoe you need to put on. All at six o'clock in the morning, before you've had a coffee.
TMW. . . You drink a can of soda last Tuesday and relearn what you've learned five years ago why you stopped drinking soda in the first place.