Today I have not been painting, I have been learning all about the wonderful world of digital copyrighting, and also figuring out how to use layers in photoshop, so I can do the clever and professional "putting your name over the picture, discreetly, to stop people nicking your stuff" effect. Win! I was going to ask my friends nine year old daughter about such matters, as she is a wiz with digital art, although I have no idea about her knowledge of copyright law.
|Me, as a judge. Or a bat in a wig.|
Would a bat in a wig bite the head off of Ozzy Osbourne?
With the odd telepathic abilities of cats, he sensed my presence and slowly swung his head round <cue a grating noise, like two slabs of granite grinding against each other> to look at me. His eyes opened slightly wider, as he registered that I was 1. A stranger, and 2. Watching him. His eyes opened even wider, when, from below, Mystery exploded vertically towards him, like a sleek black rocket from hell, and speared him clean off the wall and several feet into the garden.
Mystery looked very smug.
|The last thing many have seen.|