Have you ever wanted a really big poster, but have been thwarted by poor selection, high price or unavailability? Of course you have. Fret no more, I've found the solution to our problems.
The RASTERBATOR!!!
What it does is tiles a picture, frequently called rasterbating. You take the tiles and put them together to make a picture much larger than your available paper.
On the Rasterbator site there's a gallery of some cool rasterbations. Some of my favorites: The Raven, The Wall, and Overpass.
So have fun rasterbating everybody! Just one hint, go with the guidelines if you want to lose the margins. Trust me.
Jacob's Journal
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03/31/2008 02:49 #43839
Rasterbator03/31/2008 02:31 #43838
Red Morning I've really enjoyed waking up before the sun. For a good while now I'd been nursing a secret envy of those early risers. I'd see them with their worn in smiles, casually boasting how tired their predawn wake-ups made them. Somehow those few hours gave them elite status. It was like I could feel them looking down out of the side of their eyes at my slovenly life of late mornings and later nights.
Sure I was proud I could sleep in. I dreamt past all the ungodly hours into breakfasting lunch. But, inside I knew I was cheating. I wasn't sleeping in. I was just compensating, offsetting for my late night. And, though I told my self late night was when I was most productive, it wasn't true. Darkness is very forgiving. It can hide two hours of clicking for something to watch with a load of laundry. Large swatches of nothing are swallowed efficiently. And I'll tell you a secret...no vacuuming gets done in the dark. For some reason it belongs to the day.
But, now I'm one of those "morning people". I can fancy myself kin to the farmer, a brother to the garbage man. I leave work at lunch and eschew the late-night blabbermouths. I give my warmed-up smile to everyone I see, while I think to myself, "Man, I can't wait to go to sleep...I'm tired." And somehow it doesn't feel like cheating.
Sure I was proud I could sleep in. I dreamt past all the ungodly hours into breakfasting lunch. But, inside I knew I was cheating. I wasn't sleeping in. I was just compensating, offsetting for my late night. And, though I told my self late night was when I was most productive, it wasn't true. Darkness is very forgiving. It can hide two hours of clicking for something to watch with a load of laundry. Large swatches of nothing are swallowed efficiently. And I'll tell you a secret...no vacuuming gets done in the dark. For some reason it belongs to the day.
But, now I'm one of those "morning people". I can fancy myself kin to the farmer, a brother to the garbage man. I leave work at lunch and eschew the late-night blabbermouths. I give my warmed-up smile to everyone I see, while I think to myself, "Man, I can't wait to go to sleep...I'm tired." And somehow it doesn't feel like cheating.
07/25/2007 10:56 #40248
Mmmm...Category: laters
05/15/2007 19:56 #39295
CommericalCategory: novel
Dance Party
jenks - 05/15/07 23:36
you find the coolest/weirdest shit... that starburst one is super random.
you find the coolest/weirdest shit... that starburst one is super random.
Wow your hair is so long now.
I didn't realize that you had left Buffalo - I've enjoyed your journal - its a unique one. Take care Jacob.