A glimp of Gimp
I have a terrible toothache. Already visited the dentist but he said my teeth are great (might be there is something wrong with his eyes).
My brother thinks this is a fine moment to teach me how to use Gimp.
He is already working with that photoshop program and it's great. Well... according to him it is. After practicing on my pics (how come my face looks like an ugly jelly pudding at one of them?) he helped out all his friends. Even his so-called-best-friend, the guy with the flower name. Although we both already find his pictures funny enough and laughed about it for days.
So now it's my turn to learn it. I tell my brother it's a waste of time to show me, since it's just not my thing. But he says it's good for me to do something. I will feel less pain and I can't sleep anyway. So Gimp it is.
First I have to install the program. Just once is not enough since I have one with a strange language. After that he gives me the same picture as he has to work with.
It works great with my brother... it stinks with me.
I drive him crazy because I am too stupid to understand what he means. And what I understand I am not able to remember a bit later.
My brother drives me crazy. I just can't do it, I am not in the mood, he is much faster and my "project" stinks.
Can we stop please, I ask him.
We can.. since he nearly pulled out all of his hair for anger and I made him cry for several times. Go to bed Kitty, he says. Tomorrow we will do an other great project together.
You can say about my brother what you want, but he really is an optimistic person.
My brother thinks this is a fine moment to teach me how to use Gimp.
He is already working with that photoshop program and it's great. Well... according to him it is. After practicing on my pics (how come my face looks like an ugly jelly pudding at one of them?) he helped out all his friends. Even his so-called-best-friend, the guy with the flower name. Although we both already find his pictures funny enough and laughed about it for days.
So now it's my turn to learn it. I tell my brother it's a waste of time to show me, since it's just not my thing. But he says it's good for me to do something. I will feel less pain and I can't sleep anyway. So Gimp it is.
First I have to install the program. Just once is not enough since I have one with a strange language. After that he gives me the same picture as he has to work with.
It works great with my brother... it stinks with me.
I drive him crazy because I am too stupid to understand what he means. And what I understand I am not able to remember a bit later.
My brother drives me crazy. I just can't do it, I am not in the mood, he is much faster and my "project" stinks.
Can we stop please, I ask him.
We can.. since he nearly pulled out all of his hair for anger and I made him cry for several times. Go to bed Kitty, he says. Tomorrow we will do an other great project together.
You can say about my brother what you want, but he really is an optimistic person.
