My first m3... with story time

Well, here it is.... 

I'm going to blog scribble my li’l heart out about my m3's I've created. If you have never seen and or knowledge anything about them here is some more ... stuff. (I like stuff)

I always enjoyed photography and I enjoyed Photoshop. Not being very good at either/or they combined to be Photoshopgraphy.

I started with a small, purse sized, crap-ass camera that required all the sun’s light to take alright pictures—not to mention the "predictive shot."  Just try to get a shot of your pet or kid when you have to predict 2 minutes after pressing the &%$#@ button jobby trying to capture the moment. All you get is the dog’s ass or a blurry mess of child running down the hallway.  

The day came when I could finally afford/finance a fancy DSLR (so fancy—click click click click click click click click click click click click click click click—and then I was all like whooohoooo and more click click click click click click) yeah that fancy, it is.  

I took pictures of everything I could...and I quickly learned that my expensive-ass camera was no genie.  It granted me no National Geographic covers... not in the least. I came to the conclusion I was taking more crap-ass pictures in higher megapixels at a faster rate than anything.  You take 400-500 pictures of one thing it's going to eventually come out, right?

I read the manual, purchased spendy books and magazines, magazines and books, and read them back and forth, forth and back.  After all that reading I started to get some better results but I couldn't figure out how people were getting these incredible photos.... grrrr!  Why for the love of Christmas won't mine take those kind of pictures?! 

I spent a freakin’ penis and a wrinkle on this camera—why won't it take great pictures?  Does it hate me?  Did it hear me break the wrong kind of wind?  Do I offend?  WHAT!! Do I need to sacrifice my  small toe to make my pictures look Facebook-ready?  I mean I can't hold my camera arms-length away in a bathroom, it’s too big and heavy. Lord knows I've tried... I'm only one man!

I've seen lots of books on the Photoshop. I was always too shy to ask the Photoshop book out, always afraid she was too smart for me and she wouldn't like me ‘cause of that weird donkey laugh I have every time I see something happen to someone else’s misfortune...

I finally got up the nerve to ask her out (Photoshop), but then I purchased her not-so-attractive sister, Photoshop Elements, instead cause she was s’posta be easier... Like anything in life she wasn't and I cried tears of frustration, kinda like when your least-favorite actor is still getting work summer after summer ... sigh (you know who you are).

I took a class at the local High School, spent the money on a class that was gonna get my skills up to ???? Facebook statuses.

Ahhh.. words that don't go well with School: night, adult, extended, me... Word to the wise: spend your money elsewhere, like getting the brakes done for your wife ???  or getting your man a coffee mug that says size doesn't matter... All I'm saying is anything was better than that class.

I spent lots ‘n lots of time with trial and error with my photos some which will never ever be the same... Sorry pictures, I didn't know??? 

I did get better eventually, which brings us to this point of my m3's.

I know right, shut up... my mouth is getting dry just reading this.

I never liked him either 

 

I wanted to try this after my Photoshop skills were better. Yes, those machines are mine and I played them 98% by myself.  I realized I needed some arcade machines after years of riding my bike down town when I was a kid just to put a single quarter in the Streetfighter 2 arcade, or the Mortal Kombat machine (and don't doubt that I didn't).  I heart video games.

So after coming up with the idea of creating more than one of me, I thought it would be cool to have a bunch of me playing my arcades. I started off with 7 mes.  No dice.  Asses ‘n elbows everywhere.  I couldn't make it work.  I benched a few mes, started over and still wasn't good enough… sigh… I made my final cuts down to 3.  3 worked. 3 is good.

Back in the day I had a crap-ass cell phone I had programmed it to spell out m3 when I was referring to me... so clever, huh?  Anywho, I put my thinkin’ cap on and there it was: m3 ... me 3... m3 3 of m3!  Ahh, you get it...

I really do like me most of the time, but my face looked pretty angry when I was pointing. I took 10 frames to make this... and yes I played 3 levels ‘til I could correctly do Subzero's fatality and get the timing right with the camera to take the shot. Once I got that I played almost a whole game of Killer Instinct to do an ultra combo with Jago. 

So, there it is.  My first m3, taking me back to when I was a kid at the arcade.  All of the m3s have meaning: sometimes they’re deep, sometimes they’re crazy and sometimes they just do stuff (I do stuff).

If you like what you reads and/or what you sees, follow up on us.

It will be fun x3

Christoph