As promised, here are some of the results of my tests with my new camera.
I can start out by taking a photo like this:
I can then englarge a part of the photo until I get the next photo, which is just before any pixelation becomes really apparent.
I think that's pretty good. I didn't even use any sharpening or anything.
Now, I believe I promised a rant today.
It's funny the things we cling to as parts of our identity. For instance:
You'd think I'd be ashamed of this, as so many people want to avoid being unpopular and nerdy. My response?
Fear my tremendous powers, puny mortals, for I am the supreme nerd god!
You can take the test here.
I guess when you've spent most of your life as an outsider things like this become part of your identity. So what is such a person to do when these things are absorbed and accepted by the "popular" people?
Don't get me wrong; I like the Lord of the Rings movies, and I think it's great that they're introducing Tolkien's works to so many new people. But the books were something that became part of my nerd identity long, long ago, and they are closely tied in with the unpopularity of my youth.
(Was I unpopular because I was interested in them, or was I interested in them because I was unpopular? I don't think it was either, but a third choice: some characteristic of my personality drew me to both the books and unpopularity).
Regardless, it has now become popular to like the Lord of the Rings, when it used to be the hallmark of losers, nerds, and other outcasts. And inside, even though I know I shouldn't, I resent this. I resent the fact that the people who once mocked and shunned me for my interest now think it's the cat's pajamas.
I've never been one to give a damn about what other people think of me, except that I never could stand being thought a follower. And that's perhaps the worst of it. Despite the fact that I've been reading and re-reading the books for over 15 years, there are those who will assume I just jumped on the popularity bandwagon.
For instance, the situation which started this whole train of thought was this: I've been planning a tattoo in Elvish script since I was about 16 years old. Now when I'm finally in a position to have it done this sort of thing is popular. It's trendy. If I have it done, people will just think I'm following, not realizing that it actually has a deeper and more significant meaning for me.
Has that ever happened to you? Fearing nothing, you started doing something - wearing certain clothes, listening to certain music, whatever - that no one else was doing. (You could get away with this because you couldn't care less what people thought). Then everyone started doing it, and you had to move on to new things to avoid being a part of the group? And, of course, everyone promptly forgot that it was you who started the whole trend in the first place.
But you know what? Let them think whatever the hell they want, because their opinions don't matter one bit. Not to me, anyway.
The best revenge is this: those who once thought they were so much superior are now delivering my pizza, and remembering when they thought HS actually mattered.
(I'm not really as bitter about the whole thing as I'm sure I make it seem. Sometimes when I write I let a little bit of passion through, which I usually try to keep inside in my daily life).
Have a great day everyone!
I can start out by taking a photo like this:
I can then englarge a part of the photo until I get the next photo, which is just before any pixelation becomes really apparent.
I think that's pretty good. I didn't even use any sharpening or anything.
Now, I believe I promised a rant today.
It's funny the things we cling to as parts of our identity. For instance:
You'd think I'd be ashamed of this, as so many people want to avoid being unpopular and nerdy. My response?
Fear my tremendous powers, puny mortals, for I am the supreme nerd god!
You can take the test here.
I guess when you've spent most of your life as an outsider things like this become part of your identity. So what is such a person to do when these things are absorbed and accepted by the "popular" people?
Don't get me wrong; I like the Lord of the Rings movies, and I think it's great that they're introducing Tolkien's works to so many new people. But the books were something that became part of my nerd identity long, long ago, and they are closely tied in with the unpopularity of my youth.
(Was I unpopular because I was interested in them, or was I interested in them because I was unpopular? I don't think it was either, but a third choice: some characteristic of my personality drew me to both the books and unpopularity).
Regardless, it has now become popular to like the Lord of the Rings, when it used to be the hallmark of losers, nerds, and other outcasts. And inside, even though I know I shouldn't, I resent this. I resent the fact that the people who once mocked and shunned me for my interest now think it's the cat's pajamas.
I've never been one to give a damn about what other people think of me, except that I never could stand being thought a follower. And that's perhaps the worst of it. Despite the fact that I've been reading and re-reading the books for over 15 years, there are those who will assume I just jumped on the popularity bandwagon.
For instance, the situation which started this whole train of thought was this: I've been planning a tattoo in Elvish script since I was about 16 years old. Now when I'm finally in a position to have it done this sort of thing is popular. It's trendy. If I have it done, people will just think I'm following, not realizing that it actually has a deeper and more significant meaning for me.
Has that ever happened to you? Fearing nothing, you started doing something - wearing certain clothes, listening to certain music, whatever - that no one else was doing. (You could get away with this because you couldn't care less what people thought). Then everyone started doing it, and you had to move on to new things to avoid being a part of the group? And, of course, everyone promptly forgot that it was you who started the whole trend in the first place.
But you know what? Let them think whatever the hell they want, because their opinions don't matter one bit. Not to me, anyway.
The best revenge is this: those who once thought they were so much superior are now delivering my pizza, and remembering when they thought HS actually mattered.
(I'm not really as bitter about the whole thing as I'm sure I make it seem. Sometimes when I write I let a little bit of passion through, which I usually try to keep inside in my daily life).
Have a great day everyone!
I totally identify with your rant, by the way. Except, I think that since nerds end up ruling the world, things like that are bound to happen. We could try to be happy about it in that respect, but it probably won't work.