…well moaning really.
Obviously I’m extremely well qualified to spot a droning stream of drivellous ranting from years of living under the slightly leaky roof of the Old Git’s care and also fairly adept at achieving a state of temporary deafness during the aforementioned verbal onslaught. Recently I’ve noticed a huge tendency amongst geriatrically inclined individuals to reject media technology advancement as the ‘lost art’ of it’s predecessor.
In particular digital manipulation of images comes under fire whether still or animated. Anybody that has booted up any software more advanced than Wordpad will appreciate the extreme depth of skill required to make real sense of things like Photoshop or beyond and the digital versions of photographic editing are often far harder to truly master than their original incarnations.
I’d like to see the journalist that was recently grieving the death of the lost art of Gerry Anderson style puppetry have a go at reproducing ‘The Incredibles’ or ‘Lord of the Rings’ next time he opened up Paintpad on his Powerbook. The artists that make these amazing works have spent half their lives mastering these skills that bring us such awesome spectacles of televisual entertainment.
Personally I reckon I could learn to walk like Captain Scarlet by lunchtime if I really put my mind to it…
I didn’t surf today.
PS I love Thunderbirds et al. It’s journalists that write CGI off as ‘a computer key-stroke’ that get on my tits…