Welcome to another edition of Photoshop Phriday with your hostess, Dory!

*kazoo chorus*

By the way, if there’s anyone out there that’s all Photoshoppy, I would love for you to join in the fun and bring Photoshop Phriday to your bloggy casa. Just send me an email. Or a stripper gram. Ya know, whatever.

Anyhoo… on with the show.

I’ve been Photoshopping all day long, and I’m about all Photoshopped out. I’ve been getting a bunch of my artsy-fartsy pics ready for print, and I’m going to put some up on Etsy and see how it goes. Here’s the set. (It’ll open in a new window and do a slide show.)

So anyway, today Photoshop has worn out its welcome, and I can’t even send it to a hotel. Truth be told, I was this-><-close to just punching it in the face.

But I could not let down Mah Peepull!

But I can cheat a little. I did this one quite a while ago. But hey, it’s new to you, right?

I was having one of those days, and this is how I felt. 

I know you feel mah pain. You’ve been there. Driving the Cranky Bus.

Or, The Can’t Even Stand My Own Damn Self Bus.

I never did get around to captioning this masterpiece, though. I’ll leave that for you.

Leave a good caption in your comment, and we’ll vote on it. Winning captioner gets a 4×6 print with their caption on it. Ah, hell, anyone who wants a print gets one too.

Can ya feel the love? Kenai gedda widness?!

Welcome to another edition of Photoshop Phriday with your hostess, Dory! 

*kazoo chorus*

By the way, if there’s anyone out there that’s all Photoshoppy, I would love for you to join in the fun and bring Photoshop Phriday to your bloggy casa. Just shoot me an email. Or shoot a spitball at the back of my head. Whatever.

Anyhoo… on with the show.

One day I was watching a squirrel puttering around, getting ready for winter.

I have a rather strange mind (as I think I’ve already well proven), and as this little guy darted around, I started to see him like a little person.

Then an idea went bzzzzzzt POOF over my head like a lightbulb. 

It was a perfect opportunity to show you how layer masks work; alas, I did not do any screen shots. The vision hit, and I just zoned in, like a woman possessed until it was done. Somewhere I lost about three hours, because it seemed like five minutes. I am ashamed.

Bad Dory. Bad.

And sorry. Well, not sorry enough to do it all over again and take screenshots. I mean, I love mah peepull, but I couldn’t possibly sit through it again. I’m bored with it. Been there. Done that. Ripped, stomped on, and then ritualistically burned the t-shirt inside a circle drawn on the ground with lizard bile . 

I promise, another edition, I’ll show you layer masks. They’re really not as scary as you might think, and one of the most powerful tools in Photoshop. 

For now, just enjoy the eye candy.

one year ago today: But my fave is eggnog with a shot of Kahlua.

Sometimes you’re in the mood to Photoshop the hell out of something, but you’re just not coming up with any great ideas.

The creative juices are flowing like molasses in January.

And then maybe you actually come across a couple images begging to be joined, their destinies intertwined and landing squarely in your path. And then you think, thank the Lord above, I’ve got it…

And then you spend about an hour fussing.

And then you lean back and take a look at your finished product. And then you actually laugh out loud at your own work, and happily anticipate the giggle you’re going to hand to your Innernetz Frens on a freeking silver platter….

I anxiously await your chuckles, chortles, and general merriment upon submitting for your approval…