Photoshop Class

I’m teaching a Photoshop class again, and again I haven’t prepared. These are the images the class did last time. Now they already know a lot, I think we could move on to some fun and more sophisticated stuff.
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I’m teaching a Photoshop class again, and again I haven’t prepared. These are the images the class did last time. Now they already know a lot, I think we could move on to some fun and more sophisticated stuff.
email indi AT indi.ca.
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At least you had a normal job. Hell, my fiance Lanta (also an American-born Sri Lankan) also has a normal job, he’s a marine bioligist, I have a master’s degree in social work. I’ve been a social worker for Children’s Protective Services for a year now. I’ve had a number of clients that I would now like to thank for helping me come to the realization that certain people are beyond help:
1) The mother and father who forced their newborn son to nurse from the family dog: Thank you!! I thought it was going to be just another typical Monday morning. You know, removing little girls from their homes so Mommy wouldn’t be able to put cigarettes out on their thighs anymore. Boring, run-of-the-mill stuff. Then you two beautiful people entered my life. Just in time, I might add! I was beginning to think that abusive parents were losing their sense of creativity. Silly me! What’s that? Oh, I know it wasn’t your fault. Of course not. No, I agree, formula IS really expensive these days. You’re absolutely right, sir, it WOULD have been worse to just let the baby starve. Can I ask you just one question though? Do you think that maybe, just maybe, you could have used your WIC voucher to purchase some formula instead of selling it so you could buy a goddam crack rock? Fuck me, you say? Nope. FUCK YOU, you smarmy pile of rhino shit! Fuck you and your crack whore “baby mama”. Your child is coming with me!
2) The meth addict with Borderline Personality Disorder: Sweetie, here’s a word of advice. When you are in the midst of a legal battle in which your parental rights are at stake, it is BAD for your case if you show up for your weekly supervised visits with your children spun out of your fucking mind. Also, if you’re going to have fresh track marks all over your arms, you should at least wear a long sleeve shirt so I can’t see them. We talked about this before, remember? I have to write a report to the judge in a few months, and I can’t in good conscience recommend that the court return your children to you when you insist on showing up to your weekly visits high as a kite, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a toothless grin. Also, it does not help your case if you assault me after I inform you that no, you can’t see your kids today due to your inebriated state and your exposed coochie. I know you grew up in poverty, and I sympathize with your plight. Hell, I wasn’t rich growing up my family went through some tough times, but somehow, though, we still managed to wear some fucking PANTS when we went out IN PUBLIC!
3) The crackhead mother with 27 cats: I called you in advance to set up our appoinmet. You KNEW I was going to be at your house that day and that I would be evaluating your progress in making your home habitable so that your kids could be returned to you. So why, oh why did you answer the door with a CRACK PIPE IN YOUR HAND???? Oh, it’s not yours? You were just holding onto it for your neighbor? Sure, I’ll buy that. Let me ask you something though. Are those your neighbor’s cat turds overflowing in the kirchen sink? No, you’re right, those litter boxes ARE expensive. Perhaps you shoud consider getting rid of a few of the cats so there will be room for your children. Just a thought. By the way, is that your neighbor’s blood coagulating over there on the couch?
4) The crack addict who prostituted her 8 year old son to support her drug habit: Congratulations! You have just managed to turn me into a supporter of the death penalty! What’s that? You’re concerned about having your little boy placed in an abusive foster home? Oh don’t worry, your son is fine, dear. He won’t be going to a foster home after all. You see, we had to place him in an institution because he now tries to rape other children. What causes him to do such awful things, you ask? Well, I’m not sure dear, but I’ll hazard a guess. I could be wrong, but perhaps his current behaviors have something to do with the fact that his MOTHER RENTED OUT HIS ASS TO HUNDREDS OF PEDOPHILES TO SUPPORT HER CRACK HABIT!!!! Bitch, I hope you get ass-raped by Genghis Khan in hell for all eternity.
5) To the woman who didn’t want her child to be adopted by those “faggots”: It’s so refreshing to meet a woman who cares so much about her child for once! You’re right, honey. The Bible DOES say that homosexuals are an abomination to God. Tell me, what does the Bible say about punishing your toddler for crying by sticking him with your dirty syringe needles, thereby infecting him with HIV and hepatitis? I know the Bible says “spare the rod and spoil the child”, but I don’t remember anything about sparing infectuous diseases and spoiling the child. Perhaps you were reading the New International Version? Incidentally, those two “faggots”, as you call them, have a few important things to offer your child that you have neglected to provide. What can a couple of faggots offer YOUR child, you ask? Well, first and foremost, they have JOBS!!!! Yes, that’s right, JOBS!!!!!!! These jobs provide them with a trivial little thing known as HEALTH INSURANCE, which will be used to cover the medical treatment your child has to receive for the diseases that YOU gave him. These abominations to God are also capable of providing something called a HOME THAT IS NOT INFECTED WITH LICE AND CRACK. Finally, and most importantly, they will give him something known as LOVE. Ever heard of it? Now, kindly go euthanize yourself you miserable cunt.
Ok, I feel much better now. I think I might go back to school for an MBA or something. I’m tired of working to help these people for 60 hours a week at $35,000/year.
AND FUCK ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO ABUSE KIDS, I’LL MAKE SURE YOU DON”T GET THEM BACK!!!
Where’s the Tylinol?
odd placement, but an interesting comment.