Thursday, July 12, 2007

Photoshop makes me laugh

Since I suddenly find myself with ample time to spare, I've been sorting through my photography files to organize them and prepare for some upcoming projects. I realized that I spent as much time Photoshopping photos for my own childish amusement than I ever did for paying clients. I'm not a very talented Photoshop artist, since I just starting teaching myself the program late last year, but I'll use the excuse that sometimes really fake = really funny.

So I just rediscovered The Baloney Sandwich Project on my hard drive. It was created for a Flickr group called Billion Dollar Web 2.0 Baloney Sandwich, which used to feature P-shopped photos of celebrities and sandwiches, but like most Flickr group pools, it's now full of crappy photos of just about anything, most especially boobs, cats and sunsets. Have a gander - I assure you it sucks.

The photo of Paris Hilton was a request from an ex, which should pretty much indicate why that relationship was doomed from the start.

And since Chuck Norris is my homeboy, well...



I e-mailed this photo of Bono to U2's management and suggested that he trade in his inspiring speeches (that often lead to political puffery with no action) for sandwiches because that's the kind of Project Red that The People can really get behind.

Bono's reprentatives have declined to comment.

4 comments:

T said...

Re. Paris photo: Mmmm, Twinkies for dessert. -I know, very childish, but I couldn't resist (the statement, but not the Twinkies).

No, I'm not your ex-boyfriend...

pistols at dawn said...

If only baloney wasn't so gross...

Still, if Bono spent more time eating sandwiches, he'd have less time for talking and singing bad songs, so I support this wholeheartedly.

Bert said...

We used to deep fry baloney that was first sliced into triangles. Then we'd serve them as chips, with a dip made mostly from Manishevitz Fortified Grape Juice and toasted, and then crushed, rye bread. You had to let it sit out for a few hours before it would get the right consistency.

(Any idea what part of the brain stuff like this originates?)

Leonesse said...

Bert, that explains a lot. I am not sure what exactly.

Kat, my sons go on and on with the Chuck Norris jokes. And try to force me to watch Walker Texas Ranger. There just isn't enough beer for that.

I did meet his sister once and she still called him Carlos and heard her dish to our mutual friend about his life a bit. Very interesting.