The Darwinian Evolution of Photoshop

I found this sweet little graphic earlier today. Click on it to view larger.

Infographic: The Darwinian Evolution of Photoshop by Tech King

Kicking and Screaming

I’m not 12 anymore.

It’s a bitter reality that I’m struggling to deal with, but just six weeks before my 26th birthday it’s ultimately sinking in. That being said, it’s often mentioned by those around me that I’ve got the brains of a 20-something, the body of a 40-something and the maturity level of a 12-year-old. I can’t really argue there; all valid points, indeed.

But now it’s kickball season. And although we’re playing a child’s game in a very adult fashion (you’re either hungover, drunk or drinking at the field), it’s still a game – and a game I plan on winning! Our team name is Red Ball and Vodka and while we’re in the “rookie” division we still take competition seriously.

And that’s where my problem lies. Have you ever seen a grown man cry over kickball? You should have seen me Sunday. Well, I wasn’t literally crying, per se, but rather writhing in pain after straining my quad (such is the life when you fail to stretch before an adult kickball game).

But like I said, I’m not 12 anymore. So if that means stretching for 20 minutes before a 50-minute kickball game, it’s better than dealing with the hideous pain I’m feeling now.

First photo with my new iPhone

I'm still surprised by the detail in this photo, taken (and sent to the blog) with my new iPhone.

It's a shot of the sunroof in my Jeep from yesterday's rain, as well as my new background. The new HDR function on the phone is pretty sweet, so I'll definitely be playing with it a lot, not to mention the HD video!

Selling Out

 
Not that it’s any surprise to those who know me well, but I finally did it. I sold out. I sold out harder than Green Day. Not that there’s ever been any doubt in my mind that I wouldn’t (I’d sell my pinky toes if the price was right), but after my history of denouncing certain products I ultimately conceded. Although, I guess calling me a hypocrite might be more logical. 

You see, after years of bashing the iPhone (I did so publicly here) I’ve finally succumbed the greatness that is Apple:

I got an iPhone.

Now, I’ve never hated on Apple products. After all, Mac computers are the industry standard in journalism, graphic design and all things multimedia. What’s more, I’ve even praised the iPhone as a standalone device in the past (see here).

It’s AT&T I’ve had issues with. Not personally, per se, but rather witnessing the dropped calls, shoddy service and poor overall performance of those around me. Indeed, Verizon is the greatest network in the country with the best service (see map below). An iPhone on Verizon was something Holly and I have wished for since the phone came out.

The kicker began a week ago: Holly’s Blackberry Storm 1 was freezing more often than not (as was mine); then, her battery stopped keeping a charge; we received an e-mail from Blackberry for a battery recall; and then we saw the actual iPhone 4 in action at my brother’s.

It was time to switch. And switch, we did.

Now I’m up to my neck in the app store, playing free games and constantly just admiring the beauty that is iPhone. We’ll accept the fact that we may lose a few calls, but since our new service is plan is essentially the exact same as our previous Verizon (albeit cheaper!), it’s a risk we’re willing to take.

So call me a sellout. Call me a hypocrite.

Or, just call me on my iPhone.