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Posted on 01/23/2009 12:41:53 PM PST by Jim Robinson
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Sorry, I always have the habit of saying Jason’s Paint Shop Pro, etc.
If you look at “properties” of your Animation Shop3, you will see; JascSoftware Inc\Animation Shop3\
If you go to www.jasc.com you will find Corel® Paint Shop Pro. He must have designed the software.
I have Microsoft’s Digital Image Suite 2006 that was quite expensive when I bought it but is now discontinued. It will take any ‘plug ins’ from Animation Shop too.
Believe it or not, I still use the old “Picture It” too! Lol
Since I didn't like the latest versions (as did many other digital artists) I/we have stuck with #9 (they got up to #12).
Animation Shop #3 came free with all PSP versions. When Corel Bought it they sold AS3 separately so my point for you by be moot because I don't know if the two programs work together anymore.
With the two programs I can export Animation frames to Paint Shop Pro and work on them there with all the bells and whistles.
We all have our ways of doing things. I just move things from one program to another and seem to get it done. I bought Animation Shop separately.
Haven't even tried half the things I could do in the Digital Image program!
And a big bump to donate;
When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our
neighborhood. I remember well the polished, old case fastened to the wall.
The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach
the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to
it. Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an
amazing person. Her name was Information Please" and there was nothing she
did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the
correct time.
My personal experience with the genie in-a-bottle came one day while my
mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the
basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but
there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give
sympathy.
I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at
the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor
and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the
parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please" I said into the
mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information."
"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily
enough now that I had an audience.
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.
"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked. "No," I replied. "I hit my finger
with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open the icebox?" she asked. I said I could. "Then chip off a
little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.
After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for
help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped
me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk, that I had caught in the park
just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called,
"Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then
said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked
her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all
families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul always
remember that there are other worlds to sing in."
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."
"Information," said in the now familiar voice.
"How do I spell fix?" I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific northwest.
When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I
missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden
box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that
sat on the table in the hall.
As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations
never really left me.
Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense
of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and
kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in
Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or
so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking
what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information
Please."
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
"Information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell
me how to spell fix?"
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your
finger must have healed by now."
I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea
how much you meant to me during that time?"
I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me. I never
had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I
could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally." Three months later I was back
in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information." I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" she said. "Yes, a very old friend," I answered.
I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working
part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."
Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was
Paul?" "Yes." I answered. "Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote
it down in case you called. Let me read it to you."
The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know
what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant. Never underestimate
the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today?
Why not pass this on? I just did....Lifting you on eagle's wings. May you
find the joy and peace you long for.
Life is a journey ... NOT a guided tour.
Oh my! That is the loveliest story. I’ll send it out in email. Thank you LJ!
It WAS as long as it looked! LOL!
Woo hoo!!
And another $50 just in from Alabama!!
Thank you Alabama!!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!
What the HECK is that thing????
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!
What the HECK is that thing????”
It’s a stocking hat.......
*slaps self across forehead*
DUH!
HELLO??!!??
Well? Hello WHAT?
I couldn’t believe that I didn’t SEE that it was a stocking cap! And YOU helped me....see the ... yarn!
Sheesh.
:)
Sure would be nice to roll in the monthlies....TONIGHT!!!!
(Hint, hint....y’all....)
LATER...ya wanna go out there on the forum with me and spam threads?
:)
Bless my heart and all.......
Oh...you know me...I always try to sneak it in everywhere I go....
;-0
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