I decided to change my Entrecard picture because I became tired of it. I still think it’s a cool picture but probably gave a few people the creeps along the line. I really put little time into actually using Entrecard because I do not want to depend on it for traffic. I’ve seen some hardcore droppers actually propel their blog into the Alexa top 100,000 merely from using it; however, if they stop for a few weeks, their traffic will quickly diminish. I’ve been meandering a little above or below the Alexa 100,000 mark for 2 years, but I put 0 effort into promoting my blog. Currently, I get 60% of my traffic from search engines and the rest from regular visitors. My blog is personal, and branding is not on my menu – although one day I may pay someone to design a brand identity for this site or others I’m considering.
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Posts Tagged photo manipulation
I staggered across this great site Perception Lab, which offers awesome cool and free face morphing tools. See what you look like in old age, as a child, as a different race or many other options – very cool indeed. This is one of the better face morph sites I’ve run across.
I’ve always wondered how I would look as a manly lesbian woman (eat your heart out Ellen!!!) hahahaha:
After my previous story, The Fruity Pebbles Nightmare, I felt like I needed to share a picture of Maria. Like I said, she was kicked in the face by a Clydesdale horse and doesn’t look right. She did win Ms. Aberrant Oddity 2008 at the Mississippi state fair – it was quite wonderful. Her family rents her out to children’s birthday parties for $1500.00, which is a really good price. They fill her face with pistachio ice-cream, using her as a human serving bowl – the kids always get a real kick out of it. She is really nice, but it totally freaks me out when she smokes…I wish I had a copy of the video. I often tease her by asking, “Does your face hurt?”
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Quirk
Jun 26
What exactly is a quirk? It sounds like a grotesque, protruding nodule or growth that requires surgery, “I can’t come into work today, I have a grisly quirk on my tender inner thigh and it’s dripping fluid!”
Mr. Boss says, “Yeech…stay home. Don’t come here and spread that nasty virus…take five weeks if you need it! Powder your leg and don’t wear tight jeans for a few days”
Here’s a photo manipulation (on my Linux box with the Gimp) I did last year of my friend Randy Hover, it’s quite quirky and striking. I did several variations trying to achieve a realistic picture using the free open source Gimp software (which is a bitch to get used to but is very powerful once you get used to it and are willing to persevere for long sessions to gain the skills needed. I didn’t plan to create a “snakeman” but his face predestinated itself into a lizard like or snake like morph:
The Snakeman (has a vicious bite)
The Snakeman (has a vicious bite)
Actually, a quirk is a weird or unusual habit. I was tagged by my good friend Jean Chia on her post [5] Annoying Things + [8] Habits + [6] Quirks to participate in this meme (I must have been insane when I wrote that ridiculous meme post!) and list six quirks of mine (I didn’t do the entire meme because I’m trying to score high for the “golden fleece” of keywords: quirk. I haven’t participated in a meme in quite a while, mostly because I became burned out on them awhile back. This one sounded like fun and I wanted to share how weird I really am with all of you. I don’t list the rules because if you don’t know how to do a meme, my blog is far too advanced for you – go cut your teeth and come back later.
- When someone is sweating and they get that little droplet of sweat hanging off their nose, I lose control – I cannot stand it. The surmounting pressure will build in my mind until I finally snap. I once shot a man because of it. His headless body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell’s Kitchen.
- I floss my teeth several times per day because I cannot stand having anything between them. I carry dental floss, a toothbrush, toothpaste and a bottle of water in my vehicle and at work in case of emergencies.
- I get the “piss shivers” when I urinate. Sometimes the twitch is so spastic, I shake the contact lenses off my eyes right into the toilet – $10.00 down the commode. I am told that many men suffer from this affliction…especially while peeing outside on cold nights. Is this too much information?
- I don’t like shaking stranger’s hands. Some people find it rude, but that’s how cold and flu germs are passed. If I do shake someone’s hand, I cannot relax until I wash them with anti-bacterial soap and hot water. I like Donald Trump’s “no handshake policy”. The Asian’s have it right with a simple bow. The perfect excuse is to say, “Pardon me if I don’t shake hands, I’m a Buddhist,” and bow politely.
- I sleep with the lights on because I don’t want spiders crawling all over my body and face. A good friend of mine was bitten on the eyelid by a brown recluse (be sure to read my brown recluse story). His face rotted off and he lost his left eye. Years later, it’s still a vile open sore, along with being wet and draining pus. His friends call him “the cyclops” and I don’t want to end up like him.
- If I drive or walk somewhere, I have to return the exact same way or my psychic cable will get entangled around everything. I was once hospitalized in a mental ward because there was a road block and I had to drive home a different route than I originally came. I never got over it and have nightmares to this day.
Rule: If you do the meme, link the text “quirk” to this post as the anchor text, this will improve my search engine ratings for that highly prized keyword.
I tag the following people to reveal their six quirks (do it if you want, if not, I really just wanted to give you a link anyway:)
Marzie, Karen, Janice, Robin, Miss Money Penny, Michelle Gartner, Spaced Girl Hero, Etta Rose, Apple
Also, I want to thank Dan – DCR Blogs – for the great comments he left on my previous post How to Steal Blog Content: Ethically (check ‘em out). I learned a lot about copyright laws among other things. I learn something new every day from other bloggers. Dan is very smart and has a great site. You should take the time to meet him and check out his blog!
Faceless Friday
Jan 18
This is a picture of my friend Randy Hover from Long Beach Mississippi. Randy is locally known for getting more pussy than perhaps any male in the entire history of Harrison county (it’s true). He’s forgotten about more lays than most guys ever conceptualize. One Thanksgiving while Randy, myself, and several other degenerate scoundrel intoxication-masters of fun became too high to realize we were conscious, his mother snapped and beat him to death with a ball-peen hammer. She leaned down and morbidly suckled the coagulated blood gristle from his profusely bleeding lacerations and screamed the still undecipherable phrase, “Shala-Alghor! I serve my master with perpetual passion until my soul merges as one with Leviathan.” We stood in shock but were so tweaked on powerful chemical substrates, we could only watch in a trance of putrid elation. After being disemboweled by his mother, his father picked him up from the taxidermist (they did a fantastic job!). We thought he looked great compared to how he looked before his mother burrowed a cleft in his skull, transforming his face into a blackened blood-pit. Every Christmas, his mother places a candle in his hollowed out skull and lights it at the stroke of midnight.
Randy Hover - Faceless friday
Below is a picture of how he looked before the shotgun blast: As you can see, he was an unusual looking fellow (affectionately known as the human lizard). I remember how he was always covered in dirt from crawling under the house looking for mice. He could tell you the colour of a rodent’s fur from distances up to 5 miles by scent alone. His sticky tongue was legendary for catching flies around the southern Mississippi region. When asked why she killed him, his mother said, “The boy was so damn ugly…it would make a locomotive take a dirt road, but somehow he got laid too many times to count. That conundrum became my albatross and thus . . . I had to kill him.”
The Human Lizard
