The Question Of The Day

While installing Adobe's Photoshop CS2 today I encountered a rather unusual prompt. I opened Adobe's updater only to find that the most recent version of Photoshop has an old version of updater. That or the new version was telling me that there was a newer one available for download. It wanted me to update the updater before searching and installing any possible updates. Go Figure. Here's a screenshot of the question I faced upon successfully completing the installation.



Which brings about another, somewhat unrelated, question. What did the developers use to create the GUI for the very first version of Photoshop?
Food for thought.

Reminisced Threats

Since nothing exciting that I'm willing to write about is happening currently in my life, allow me to reminisce upon murderous threats placed on my life a few months ago. Linz and I met some friends at Trindle Bowl planning on a fun-filled night of hurling heavy round objects at further away stationary objects when a few of us realized that they didn't accept anything except cash. About eight of us walked outside planning to drive to the nearest ATM when suddenly some jerk in a red Cherokee with his window down and stopped in front of the building said "I don't remember seeing any f*king stop sign" in a tone begging for a quarrel. Without any thought I turned and gave him a "WTF?" look, knowing that his vehicle had been stationary since the time we walked out of the building. I just ignored him and continued talking to my friends about who was riding with who and so forth when again he made a smart remark concerning us walking in front of his parked car. I knew he was staring at me in particular because I was the first across and I'm the one that "caused" the problem in his mind. Finally after more remarks I said back "Look man, I'm not sure what made your day so crappy that you feel the need to impose it upon us, we're having a great time." Then I walked away with the people I was driving. And out comes the dragons. This guy and his little friend had to have been high on something, the driver was cursing and telling me he was going to kill me and he wanted to fight me. I laughed and shook my head at first but my heart was racing. This kind of thing doesn't happen to me...Ever. So I'm basically ignoring him and walking away. My friends were lagging because they didn't really know what was going on until his friend flicked a cigarette butt onto a girl we were with. We're half way through the parking lot to our car, we're getting pretty mad and these guys are still following us. Josh, one of my friends with us stopped and told them that he was an officer of the law and they better get in line. (Josh is actually a security guard) We got to our car and started getting in and this guy is standing 2 feet away from my open door, threatening me, my wife and my friends. So at this point (in which I was pretty nervous) I stood up and faced him looked him straight in the eye and said "Look, I'm not going to fight you tonight, you need to get back in your car and leave us the hell alone." Woah! Did I just say that?! It felt good to stand up for myself, my wife and my friends. Meanwhile, Lindsey is hanging out of the passengers door yelling, "Josh, lets GO. You don't know what he's got! He could have anything, he's crazy!" I know she's trying to help because she's concerned for me but I'm just thinking "Great babe, your probably fueling his fire". I didn't want to get cut or shot by some asshole that thinks he's the stuff cause he's high and has nothing better to do on a Friday night. So for Lindsey, I got in the car and we left. The driver says "C'mon scooter, lets go!" and they run back to their Cherokee and yell "We're going to follow you!" which they did with their high beams on while our other friend Nick called the cops and told them about what happened and gave them their plate number. Not even a half mile down the road they swerve over to the 581 exit and speed off like the cool guys they are. With my heart still racing, my mind tried to conceive what just took place. Looking back on it, I think everyone has times in their life where they encounter a situation like this and get a chance to stand up for themselves and/or their friends and family. When you take such opportunities and do what needs to be done and take a stand instead of backing down and letting them push you around, you feel good inside. So next time a high person says he's going to kill you, look him straight in the eye and say whatever it is you need to say to stand up to him. (and pray hard you don't die!)

Abandonment...?

Ever since Lindsey and I moved into our new apartment, we've never seen the people that live adjacent to us in the hallway. I assumed no one was renting there and went on about my business. That is until one day I saw an eviction notice taped to the door. A couple more weeks went by and we noticed a second notice taped on top of the first. Now, I'm not a nosy person by any means but this was very peculiar so I stopped to read that the reason for eviction was due to the failure to pay their rent. We've been here what - four months - and never did see them so I can only assume that they left before then. We started to imagine what might have happened to the renters. "Maybe they got kidnapped and/or killed and they don't have any close realatives or friends - should we call someone?" or "Maybe they were really old and just died inside and no one knows about it yet." All these ideas were bogus and basically resulted from our daily dose of CSI. Anyway, since then, someone (or something (haha, just kidding)) took down the notices and tonight while taking the dogs out the apartment people were clearing out televisions and tables and other belongings left behind. So much for our exciting CSI should've been show stories.

Where's Waldo Now?

The question cam up today while talking with Dan, What ever happened to those classic Where's Waldo books? I remember sitting in the chiropractors waiting room reading the only good book I, as a 13 yr old, can find: "Where's Waldo?". Hours passed by seeming as minutes in that waiting room trying to find the sole hero of the book in the midst of his worldly chaos. Which beckons the question, why WAS he always voluntarily in the midst of chaos anyway? Don't you ever go home and lounge Waldo? Don't you ever like to visit your family or sit down to a nice quiet dinner with your significant other? Or are you just another form of control the media has tactfully put into place to subliminally control the minds of the American youth telling us all to just accept the world around us and that there's nothing we can do about it?
Regardless, the outcome of my Waldo book waiting room experiences resulted in a few happy memories and feelings of extreme satisfaction (finding him) or utmost smite (failing at a child's book).
I did a brief search on where's Waldo on the internet and I found something that made me laugh. I'm posting it just for you. [ link ]

Vector Addiction

About a month ago I started getting into a style of digital art known as vector art. I had been showing my beautiful wife Lindsey some examples on deviantART, a site designed specifically for artists like myself to post their work and have other artists around the world comment on it. She began to show an interest in how vector was done so I showed her. We started our first vectors together and I am about half way through mine and she has about 6 completed. I should note, however, that our styles do differ. She takes a more stylized simplistic approach while I go for more realistic look. Hopefully I will find the time to finish my first sometime, but for now definitely check out hers.

Halo's Corner Of Doom

Today a Dan (a fellow co-worker) and I played a fast round of Halo over lunch. During our game I went to a particularly dark and shadowy part of the map to hide until he walked by triggering my leap to assination. However, this plan (as many of my plans in Halo) did not go as expected. Instead I snuck into the corner only to find myself falling through the solid floor to my doom and looking up at the world I had previously just been a part of. After sharing my encounter with what I entitled the "corner of doom", Dan and I went falling through the floor one after another, respawning and repeating. Since we play halo on our Mac's at work we take heavy advantage of the screenshot feature. I've posted a few here. Enjoy.