Month: November 2002 (page 8 of 11)

Marble Magnets

Marble Magnet PeopleMarble Magnet People!
It worked! My cunning plan worked. Instead of using magazine pictures, I successfully put the Snook’s and my faces under the marbles. (Click on the picture to see the full set. Apologies for my crappy camera. They really do look pretty good.) I’d read that using Bubble Jet-printed images wouldn’t work, because the ink is water soluble and runs when you put the glue on it. I had a hunch that color laser printed photos would work better. And they did! If you want to hear how I did it, read on…I tried to follow Megan’s instructions as closely as possible. For you Sydneysiders: I found the magnets (20 mm diameter) at the big Lincraft store in the Imperial Arcade on Pitt Street. They were randomly hanging in the aisle with all the clay. For glue, I got silicone window sealer from my local Mitre 10 hardware store. It came with a long plastic cone/applicator, but I just tossed that. The marbles, as you all know, were the difficult part. In the end I found them at Eastern Flair on King Street in Newtown. (I bought all the clear ones they had, though, so don’t bother trying them for a while.) I also heard that the “Reject Shop” on Oxford Street has them too, but I luckily never had to look there.

Okay, so once I had the equipment, I had to select my pictures. I knew I wanted our faces, so I went through my pictures trying to find clear shots of our heads with interesting expressions. Then I scanned them in at 300 dpi. I managed to get about four faces to each scan (since I didn’t need the rest of the photos and could overlap them a bit). Then using the Gimp (but Photoshop would do just as well), I isolated each face as its own image. Then I used the “oval” selection tool and set it to 20mm by 20mm (thus creating a circle the same size as my magnet). Then I just resized the image until the face fit just right inside the little circle. (Note: You need the high resolution so you get good sharpness and detail when you print. But since your screen can’t display that high, the circles will look way big. Relax; they’ll be the right size when you print.)

Okay, so then I copied and pasted each little face circle onto a blank image. (The idea is to cram as many on the page so you have to print as few sheets as possible.) I only did six for this first trial, but I duplicated them so I had twelve altogether on one sheet. Then I whacked this on a Zip disk and headed ’round the corner to the Copy Shop. Fifteen minutes and a buck-fifty later, I had my pictures.

After that, the rest was easy. I didn’t even bother with putting card down on the magnets first; the paper was nice and thick so I didn’t think it would bleed. None of the ink has run at all, which some people said they experienced using Bubble Jet-printed photos. The sealer still needs a day or two to fully set, but I’m going to declare the photo magnet experiment a success.

The Snook and I recently bought tickets for Big Day Out this year. It’s a mega-huge rock festival. Apparently two years ago a young girl got crushed to death in the mosh pit during Limp Bizkit’s performance. The coroner’s inquest just ended today and he had harsh words for both the concert organizers and the band, who continued to play even when the crowd started crushing. To their credit, the organizers accepted their share of the responsibility and said they’ve made plans to avoid such accidents in the future. They also said that Limp Bizkit would never again be invited to play. Of course, Fred Durst then had to respond and say they wouldn’t come back anyway. What an ass clown. Anyhoo, I’m still looking forward to it nevertheless. I want to see the Foo Fighters, Jane’s Addiction, the Vines, PJ Harvey, and Kraftwerk. I just need to remember to steer clear of the mosh pit…

Again, I’m going to skip the Friday Five this week. It’s all about the recent U.S. election, which means I have jack squat to say about it. No, I didn’t vote. I didn’t even remember to renew my driver’s license the last time I was home, much less register and request an absentee ballot. I am a crappy citizen. (Of course, I don’t live there anymore either. Is that any excuse? Probably not.)

Hyperventilating.
Went out to do laundry. Did my customary “Spider Check” in the corners of the shed. Noticed a huge hairy brown tarantula-lookin’ thing in the doorjamb, about – oh – two inches from my head. Freaked out. Came inside and IMed the Snook. He was anything but reassuring.

Him: Those ones don’t drop. They just run real fast. Well, they do jump if you scare them. That’s why you should wear shoes, so you can stomp on them after they jump on you.
Me: WHAT? Are they bitey?
Him: Not really.
Me: “Not really”?? What the hell does that mean?
Him: Well, they hardly ever bite, and they’re not deadly. Some people claim they do nasty things like make your arm fall off, but more likely it’ll just hurt a lot.
Me: *dead faint*

The thermometer says it’s 81 degrees outside, but Yahoo Weather confirms that it feels like 91. Whew, that’s hot. Unfortunately the Snook had to, like, work or something, so my beach plans were scuppered. Maybe tomorrow then. Meanwhile I’ve stocked up on Diet Coke and Popsicles, and there’s cricket on the telly. Life is good.

My friend Major just e-mailed to let me know that somebody linked to my Roald Dahl site in this Metafilter thread about Shel Silverstein. Cool.

I just realized that people are finding our Book Group via Google and contributing to past discussions. That’s neat! Now I/we just have to remember to check them every now and then so I/we can respond. 🙂

New Poll: Which upcoming movie are you most excited about seeing? I would’ve said Lord of the Rings up til last week, when I had a Harry Potter-inspired dream. (No, not like that, Moire.) So I figure I should let my subconscious be my guide.

We are so going to the beach tomorrow. Check out that forecast. Glorious. (Yes, Ma Snook, I’ve been putting on sunscreen and wearing a hat when I go out.)

I got marbles! After all the tramping about yesterday, I ended up finding them at “Eastern Flair”, the weird-ass patchouli-smellin’ hippie store a few blocks from our house (where I got the Snook’s zen garden a few months back). I couldn’t believe it. Now I’m ready to make some magnets!

(I’m not going to use magazine pictures. I’ve got a different plan, a plan so cunning you could put a tail on it and call it a weasel. I’ll let you know how it turns out.)