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  <updated>2008-09-15T18:11:08Z</updated>
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    <title>I'm back in business, with brand new shit!</title>
    <published>2008-09-15T18:06:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-15T18:11:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">From:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/51649ceb4f74d974b75dc57f85f2977cbe1c399434c68e10bd42a646718132b4/P2WlxyVijxKvg25r9clSVEMdsf-ah7h01h3WCaZagcnD-huals6oRxMyDh58SwNhuEUXgQ:-dcjQPGPzIvAXXYtix_RxQ" alt="" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/9ec1d6ab07a401ecffd882596bac1da40b0fc0a76deed644b66edcd432e573e0/P2WlxyVijxKvg25r9clSVEMdsf-ah7h01h3aCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgvV0VhS1g_pkxS3iA:mQjbwF1D3ttdTtxdVbBqlw" alt="" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using PS7. Not translatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sharpened the base, I felt like it didn't need a screen layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S T E P 1&lt;/strong&gt;- fill layer on difference 100%: 160D00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S T E P 2&lt;/strong&gt;- channel mixer layer: REDS, +100, -20, 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S T E P 3&lt;/strong&gt;- selective color layer: REDS, -100, +100, +100, +100. YELLOWS, +100, -30, -30, -50. BLACKS, 0, 0, 0, +5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And viola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIP: I've discovered that using a tutorial like this would be best w/ photos that have a lot of reds/browns with quite a saturation. Otherwise it'll come out like crap, like so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/da9139febaca54340d75072dc3eafe95003897c967231fbef6a068c4c3ff9514/P2WlxyVijxKvg25r9clSVEMdsf-ah7h01h3aCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgqA1V1HUY_pkxS3iA:IzYUiSdcAi8Dg9QMG0ja4Q" alt="" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above image was totally not the affect I was looking for. You've just got to be smart with it. There weren't many reds in this photo, so the whole point with the selective coloring would be useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:istillwait:799</id>
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    <title>Dream Entry 0-1.</title>
    <published>2008-08-22T16:06:18Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Mad World- Gary Jules</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHAPTER ONE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day, I would visit this little shack. Like, I didn't know where I was, where I lived...all I remember is me going into this shack, and greeting the same people in there, a bartender, a man who sang various covers of this one song I can't remember, and the one occasional visitor. The man who played the covers, had a different shaped table in front of him, every day that I went. I remember a circle, an upside down heart, and a regular heart. So on the fourth day of visiting that shack, the bartender was saying bye to me, she was like holding my hands and nodding, smiling. I smiled back at her and I said 'You're beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I want you to know that you look beautiful.' And she cried a little, and said bye. I walked out, and when I stood off the platform I looked up, and I was literally surrounded by hills, and hills of just green grass. The sky was gorgeously vibrant blue, and the hills seemed to never end. I started to walk down the hills and I looked around, and in the distance; ahead of me were forests of tall trees, and on my left was the ocean, way far into the distance. I was lost, I didn't know where to go from there...it's like, I needed help and I couldn't find anyone to ask for it. Then I remember walking further down one of the hills, and running into animals, a cow, and three camels: one black, one tan, and one dark brown. They were all making sounds, as if letting someone know I was there; and I kind of started to run, and I saw like these black shadows in the forests; and I remember feeling afraid, because I was still trying to look for someone, anyone to help me...and there was no one around.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>This is art.</title>
    <published>2008-08-22T02:05:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-22T02:05:17Z</updated>
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