Wednesday, 22 February 2006 04:43 pm
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deckardcanineChirpasee and Octan, I finished my drawings for you yesterday, but now I can't remember how to cut images down to size. I did it with the MDonkey sketch last month, but how? Merely cropping leaves a lot of white space around the drawing, and expanding the drawing while zooming out takes care of only part of it. The Help menu is only so helpful, as usual. If I don't figure it out tonight, I may have to reply with slightly chunky images, especially for Chirpasee.
In the meantime:
Two nights ago, I dreamt that I was a cartoony shark, looking rather like a midget version of Sherman from "Sherman's Lagoon." I was living secretly in an old lady's flooded basement. (Already, at this point in my retelling on IM, my sister asked if I had tried any drugs she should know about. For the record, the answer is "No.") When the lady wasn't around at night, I would come up onto the dry first floor, waddling on my tail fin, and swipe something from the kitchen counter. Yes, I realized how cartoony this was at the time.
But this time, when I heard the lady coming back, I couldn't remember my usual hiding place. I considered swimming close to the basement ceiling, but there were enough bright lights that she might see my shadow. I thought of hiding behind something, but nothing provided a secure angle in case she should come around. So I swam under a chair where I couldn't be seen unless your head was near the floor.
The old lady appeared. (Whether she was breathing underwater or I was now floating on air, I neither knew nor cared at the time.) Just my luck that she should bend to pick something up a few yards in front of the chair. Our eyes met. I thought she might disregard me if I stayed perfectly still, but she smiled nervously. In a move I realized was very risky, I smiled back -- a big, sharky grin. Then she looked like she was about to scream. That's when I woke up.
My family thinks this dream most bizarre, as it bears little relevance to anything going on in my life and they can't remember ever dreaming themselves to be animals. (I once dreamt myself as Underdog, but he barely counts.) But for all its cartooniness, I don't think a dream has scared me so much in several years. I didn't want to scare the poor woman; nor did I want her to call anyone to do something about me. Realistically, the animal control center would probably transport me to a better living situation, but I didn't presume so.
In the meantime:
Two nights ago, I dreamt that I was a cartoony shark, looking rather like a midget version of Sherman from "Sherman's Lagoon." I was living secretly in an old lady's flooded basement. (Already, at this point in my retelling on IM, my sister asked if I had tried any drugs she should know about. For the record, the answer is "No.") When the lady wasn't around at night, I would come up onto the dry first floor, waddling on my tail fin, and swipe something from the kitchen counter. Yes, I realized how cartoony this was at the time.
But this time, when I heard the lady coming back, I couldn't remember my usual hiding place. I considered swimming close to the basement ceiling, but there were enough bright lights that she might see my shadow. I thought of hiding behind something, but nothing provided a secure angle in case she should come around. So I swam under a chair where I couldn't be seen unless your head was near the floor.
The old lady appeared. (Whether she was breathing underwater or I was now floating on air, I neither knew nor cared at the time.) Just my luck that she should bend to pick something up a few yards in front of the chair. Our eyes met. I thought she might disregard me if I stayed perfectly still, but she smiled nervously. In a move I realized was very risky, I smiled back -- a big, sharky grin. Then she looked like she was about to scream. That's when I woke up.
My family thinks this dream most bizarre, as it bears little relevance to anything going on in my life and they can't remember ever dreaming themselves to be animals. (I once dreamt myself as Underdog, but he barely counts.) But for all its cartooniness, I don't think a dream has scared me so much in several years. I didn't want to scare the poor woman; nor did I want her to call anyone to do something about me. Realistically, the animal control center would probably transport me to a better living situation, but I didn't presume so.
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Most of them have an "image size" option in the menu that allows you to change the size and resolution. Images on the internet are generally at 72 resolution, so if your image has more pixels per inch, it will display larger than that size- so if you size the image at 4inches, and it displays at 8, that would mean that the resolution is set at 144. I mention this as it is a common problem with "too big images"
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