
There’s a price on my head
Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006
So why, you ask, am I a fugitive from justice? No, it’s not because five months after I switched to an Illinois driver’s license, my car still has Pennsylvania plates. It’s because GEMS, the girls’ ministry at our church, hosted an Old West themed father/daughter banquet tonight. They requested that the pastors get their pictures taken in appropriate duds (complete with taped-on felt mustaches) and make mean faces. We made a valiant effort, but mostly we ended up looking like we were trying not to laugh. At least I had an excuse not to shave (not that I need much of an excuse for that). In any case, my Photoshop project for the day was making old skool posters for them:
So why, you ask, am I a fugitive from justice? No, it’s not because five months after I switched to an Illinois driver’s license, my car still has Pennsylvania plates. It’s because GEMS, the girls’ ministry at our church, hosted an Old West themed father/daughter banquet tonight. They requested that the pastors get their pictures taken in appropriate duds (complete with taped-on felt mustaches) and make mean faces. We made a valiant effort, but mostly we ended up looking like we were trying not to laugh. At least I had an excuse not to shave (not that I need much of an excuse for that). In any case, my Photoshop project for the day was making old skool posters for them:












