works by automatically adjusting the rear wheels to point in the same direction as the front wheels, up
updated for 2020.Both the Alphard’s and Vellfire’s list of safety features have been bumped up
Proton released a special edition of the Wira Aeroback that was given a very cool metallic Lake Green paint
Although the suede/leather combo feels pleasant to the touch. 2020 Mazda 2 1.5 Hatchback - Noise
over 17 seconds quicker than its predecessor running on the optionally available Michelin Pilot Sport Cup
Proton has filed for several new trademarks.The trademarks that Proton has filed for include “iN-Touch
Even after two years, the interior still holds up fairly well.
2022, upsets Proton X50s export plansIn the 6-seater layout, the Alcazar has a central armrest and cup
fully-imported (CBU) models, savings range from RM6,687 for the Koleos to RM11,670 for the Megane R.S. 280 CUP
segment but one that comes the closest in terms of street cred as the FK8 would be the Megane R.S. 280 Cup
Perodua has successfully held its first-ever Body & Paint (B&P) Skill Contest in a move to step
Every click of the button felt premium and the soft-touch material at every touchpoint was amazing.
Once in a while, something really hot pops up in the used car markets that we just cant ignore.
For the first time, there will be a proper 320 PS Tiguan R in the line-up too.The front end is completely
Door 113 103 C-Pillar 117 123 Tailgate 105 Roof 127 Average paint
PS and 260 Nm of torque.Exterior features on the new Nissan Kicks include LED headlamps, dual-tone paint
Touch ‘n Go has reiterated yet again that it will soon remove all parking surcharges.
terms of build quality and its features through the WapCar Ratings system. 2019 Nissan X-Trail Paint
More Honda cars on the road translates to higher Body and Paint (BP) service intakes.As of October 2019
Door to C-Pillar 3 3.5 0.5 Tailgate 3 4 1 2019 Proton Iriz 1.6L Premium - Paint
Let’s rewind back to 2010; South Africa hosted the World Cup for the first time in the African
and despite having a low average paint thickness of 88.9 μm, every panel has a consistent finish
mark, it’s not something for the average car buyer out there.Enter the Japan-only Toyota Yaris Cup
in the third-row seats with relative comfort as the second-row seats can slide and recline to free up
donielleWe’ve all been there, squeezing through a tighter-than-usual spot in a car park and ending up
not help to repair car scratches.While toothpaste contains mild abrasives, it is not enough to remove paint
Proton Saga armoured up a new infotainment system in the mid-life facelift.
Theres another trashed up Kancil back on the streets and it is owned by the same man.
long-term hire purchase, or be affected by depreciation value.The recap, the Renault Megane R.S. 280 Cup
Renault Malaysia celebrates the return of the Renault Megane R.S. 280 Cup with a special night time track
Warren Gatland wants to paint the world red in 2019 - but would prefer to touch up his World Cup masterpiece away from prying eyes‘Hopefully people can talk England up and how good Ireland are and we can concentrate on ourselves.' #Wales #rugby
I just realized as I've been playing MTG all day... I should touch up my cup and paint the dinosaur on the other side I've been wanting to do for awhile, and like, stream it.... Oh well
I've got to touch up the paint on my favorite coffee cup and decide on a design for my noodle bowl. Also it's such a pain to figure out a way to seal the paint so that it won't come off either via water/washing or heat.
The Honda civic I'm driving while they touch up some paint spots on my bmw that should have been fixed before sale sucks ass and has no cup holders. How can you even make a car without cupholders post 2000?
Half term day 1 (without kids): downstairs cloakroom woodwork glossed, first coat on walls, went for a run, second coat done, out for solo lunch, Tesco shopping done, paint touch up & clean, now time for a cup of tea and snacks in front of the TV. Feeling somewhat accomplished.
Uh oh. My mother has been following this thread and (despite my repeated assurances that I'm blundering around like a drunken lemur) says she's coming to me next time she has a home repair question. #doom
Things that are terrifying: Standing at the top of a step ladder with a cup of paint in your hand, trying to touch up the straight line at the edge of an accent wall with a fine-tipped artist's brush--
I did touch-up paint on cars at a used-car lot.I also lost that job when I spilled a cup of paint on the trunk of a Corvette.
Tesla is bringing most collision repairs in-house, as outside firms take weeks to months for repairs, driving Tesla owners (and us) crazy
Now let’s work on lowering the price of a repair. I was quoted $3,500 to fix a small ding on lower right panel. That’s outrageous! Took a suction cup & pulled dent up a bit & used Tesla touch up paint. Not bad!
I am, my parents are over protective. I just got done painting my reflection of me with my personality. The highest power gave me this card through clairvoyance, so I decided to draw a lot of the tarot card decks, post it in my yoga room in the near future. Here's the queen of cups tarot card I drew, just got done painting. I still have to do touch ups, re outline with a black marker. Love, Angela now to clean up my mess, get started on the 9 of pentacle tarot card. That's the virgin Mary's tarot card she gave me of hers. I plan to change the face, make it her face instead.
Last summer I did an internship in a psychiatric hospital in Argentina. During my time there I saw a bunch of unsettling things but I'll always remember one of them. It was a patient diagnosed with a personality disorder, who sometimes lost touch with reality, he also happened to be a man who wanted to become a woman. One night, he entered in the psychologist’s office through an open window. Next, he did the following (I don't know in which order): he made three boilers of coffee and put them on the ground; he broke a lot of stuff in the kitchen (chairs, tables, cups…); he took off all his clothing and painted his face with green (some sort of make up); lastly he fell asleep on the ground, next to the three boilers. We found him like that in the morning. When we asked him why he broke the stuff, he said he wanted to “make order”. For the face completely painted with green, he said he wanted to be more like a woman. He seemed completely out of reality, so after scolding him the professionals ended up laughing it off.
Paintless dent repair companies are frequently used by new car dealerships to repair new vehicles that incur minor dings during transport. They utilize suction cups and other methods to pull dents. They also do minor paint touch up so well they you can't tell it ever happened. Try those folks
I get the odd rock chip like every one else and so what I do is use some matching touch up paint to cover it. There are do it yourself automotive stores that can colour match paint. Or go to the car stealership and get the touch up paint. As to your dent check YouTube to maybe pull the dent out. I’ve read that if you put hot water on it and use a suction cup to pull it out it will work. Please let me know if it is true.
There are several ways to repair a dent, it depends on how big the dent is. If it is a small dent the size of a quarter or dime, use suction cups, like those paintless dent repair shops do. If the dent is as big as the size of a fist, you need to use a piece of 2x4 wood wrapped it with a towel at the end, use this end to push the dent out from inside. You can also drill a few holes on the dented area and use screws to pull the dent out, then use epoxy and hardener mixed to patch the holes and sand them down the next day, use spray paint to touch up the repaired areas. Maybe you need to take your car to a body shop, if you don’t know how to repair a dent. However, I encourage you to try it first before taking your car to a professional so you can save money.
It sucked .. so I woke up with a partial hangover grabbed a cup of coffee and a cigarette to start my day, i am living in a home that is completely empty i am painting the inside of this home and i am all done except for minimal touch up, i am homeless and just got my own apartment but don’t move in until Friday so i have been staying here temporarily dragging the touch up out as long as i can , I feel a lot of anxiety because i am not use to so much quietness i have nobody to talk to , no television and the neighborhood is upper middle class so there is no drama outside i feel like i am the last man on earth.. i cant wait to get out if here , i am waiting to get paid from the job .. i did very little painting today because the stress and anxiety feels so depressing i have been homeless for 15 years sleeping in shelters and friends homes so i am not use to being alone.. it is now 7:40 pm mountain time and i am ready to go to sleep there is nothing else to do
An exam. The invigilator strides around the room as the eager young students work away at their masterpieces. He checks the clock and briefly announces, “Fifteen minutes.” There are only twelve coveted spots, whereas the room has 60 students painting away. Most are auditioning for the first time, but some are here to reaudition, still chasing their dreams. One young man in particular is one of these few. He is using watercolors, delicately outlining the details of an opulent mansion, whereas everyone else is painting bold oil paintings of fruit or women. He is short in stature, with a certain look of desperateness, as if this is the only chance he has at becoming successful. The clock ticks. Students finish up their work, some hastily applying a glaze, others touching up technical details and standing back to check for any flaws. He is still furiously painting, his canvas a kaleidoscope of sombre colors, paint splashed across his clothes and face. The invigilator coughs sharply. “Time up, tools down,” he shouts across the room, and he ushers the artists out whilst assessing each piece. A group of experienced judges and artists come in, ready to choose which students will join the academy and which students will fail. He can’t believe it. The crisp card sternly printed with the swirling letters: ,YOU ARE NOT ADMITTED TO THE ACADEMY,. ,This was his last chance,. His mother glances over his shoulder and turns away, brushing the tears from her eyes. This was his last chance, and they both knew it. Meanwhile, an excited student is packing to go to the Academy as he rambles to his parents, who gaze adoringly at their young protegee. “I always knew I’d get a place,” he babbles, snapping his paint box shut and tossing it to a servant. “Money buys ,everything,, you know, and even those examiners are human too..” He stands up and snaps his fingers at the servants. “I must leave now, Mama, Papa, I can’t be late-” he interrupts himself with a scream as he slips on the slimy cobblestones of their courtyard. He falls with a sickening crunch as his right arm snaps underneath him. His painting arm. The parents gasp in shock and call for doctors as he sobs on the floor. It is a severe break, one which will likely result in amputation. His dreams are over. The other man, the poor one, the failure, is sitting alone in his mother’s small house. He is staring morosely into a cup of bland coffee, his head pounding. At first he thinks that the knocks at the door are just a result of his hallucinating, but slowly he realizes they’re real and gets up to open the door. A perfect envelope lies on the ground as the postman scurries away. Just like the one he received about a month ago. Hands trembling, he reaches down and picks it up, carefully opening it to pull out the piece of crisp, white card: ,DUE TO UNFORESEEN CIRCUMSTANCES, YOU HAVE BEEN TAKEN OFF OF THE WAITING LIST AND ARE NOW ADMITTED TO THE VIENNA ACADEMY OF FINE ART,S. After a few years of training and refining his art, he becomes a renowned artist with works recognizable across the world. He is revered and compared with the likes of Monet and Picasso. And his name? Adolf Hitler.
I heard many photographers claiming that a true photograph shouldn't be retouched. What's your take on this? Ah, ,Luca Foscili,, thou hast truly opened a can of worms. I sympathize verily! The question is closely related to the JPEG v. Raw argument, where the purists of both sides get into their sh** forts and merrily fling muckballs at one another in the forums. I have seen them get so irrationally angry that if they could reach through the computer and strangle each other, they would! I haven't seen anyone yet define the term. Dictionary.com ,defines ,RETOUCH, thusly: verb (used with object) to improve with new touches, highlights, or the like; touch up or rework, as a painting or makeup. Photography. to alter (a negative or positive) after development by adding or removing lines, lightening areas, etc., with a pencil, brush, or knife. ,(Emphasis added) Photo ,EDITING, ,(definition from Wikipedia) … is the changing of images. These images can be digital photographs, illustrations, prints, or photographs on film). Some types of editing, such as airbrushing, are done by hand and others are done using photo editing programs like Photoshop, Gimp and Microsoft Paint. Photo editing is done for many reasons. ,Many photos of models are edited to remove blemishes and make the model better. This is usually called ,retouching,, airbrushing or Photoshopping, even if Photoshop or airbrushes are not used,. Other reasons to edit a photo include fixing errors (red eye, contrast, brightness, etc.), practical jokes, and to trick people. Photo editing is also used to make completely new images. ,Photo editing is sometimes called photo manipulation,, usually when it is used to trick people. (Emphasis added) In my work I draw a ,distinction, between retouching and editing, often called post-processing. 99% of my work is edited (processed). It always was, even going back to JPEG days. I am an old wet-darkroom guy; for me the picture isn't finished until there has been some editing, starting on the easel right under the enlarger, using various tools and/or my hands to selectively brighten and/or darken an area of the picture. That continued into my earliest digital, when I discovered that I could and should “expose for the highlight, develop for the shadow.” In-camera compressed JPEG does not thrive on overexposure. The brightest highlights, clouds for example, would always “blow out” irrecoverably unless I exposed for them, thus underexposing the shadow. I know, I know---noise! But at the time I just wanted to hold detail in those clouds and knew I could open the shadow detail in post (hang the noise) so I did. I was never a Straight-Out-Of-Camera guy. The SOOC jpegs were already sharpened and color corrected and compressed by the algorithm in the camera so in theory they didn't need editing, but as a long time working pro I could never be satisfied with what the camera delivered. Some four years ago I stuck my great toe into the ,raw, waters. I found them so warm and inviting that I plunged in and never looked back. In raw I could do so much more than I had ever done in JPEG, with less noise, less artifacting, detail everywhere--- So miraculous that within a week of conversion I went 100% raw and have never looked back. I never shoot jpegs anymore. For me they are just a waste of card and drive space. Now, everyone (I think) knows that raw captures (it’s not an acronym BTW) are just that: raw. ,Raw data., Think of it as raw meat that must be cooked to be edible. Raw data must be run through some process to make a picture out of it, and it must then be converted to TIFF or JPEG or PNG to be able to upload it to, say, Quora. So no matter what, a raw capture ,must, be edited or processed (cooked) in what most of us call ,post processing,. You can post process a raw capture without really doing much to it. If it were properly exposed, light was soft, open shadows, unblocked highlights, you could just make a JPEG from the original and upload it. You can even do it to use as a “before” example of what an unprocessed raw looks like, for comparison with a skillfully processed version. But for me that is ,not, retouching. Retouching, by my definition is the same as the dictionary's: to alter (a negative or positive) after development by adding or removing lines, lightening areas, etc., with (in the case of digital) the built-in retouching tools. The adjustment brush. The spotting brush. The burn and dodge tools. On and on, and don't forget the crop tool, at least to straighten a tipped horizon. If I make a portrait I am not especially skilled at things like skin smoothing so I will import the picture into PortraitPro-17 and let it do it's thing, under supervision and usually some walking back (those programs often overretouch). That's retouching; enhancement, improvement, making better. Taking out dust and sensor spots is just routine. Taking out distractions (the red cup on the lawn) gets into a gray area; if I remove the red cup, is that spotting, editing, or retouching? Well, ,who cares? My take is that “true photographs” are ,not, made straight from the camera. I don't want to attract the rocks and bottles of the SOOC crowd. You have your opinion and I have mine. Photographs, true or otherwise don't have to be “retouched” but they most certainly ,should, be processed. If they are not then they are not the best they can be.
I worked for a gentleman who was the owner of a franchise Denny's. He was an absolutely horrible boss and didnt practice proper business ethics by any stretch of the imagination. He did not honor or participate in military discounts, AARP or any of the companies promotions such as, Denny's value menu which was something he was required by contract to honor . I'm unaware if any of this was ever even brought to corporates attention. Then Denny's corporate office hosted a competition called Sparkle. Basically they were looking for the cleanest, best-kept stores that “Sparkled" . Each region would have a store winner. Franchise stores were included in this competition as well as corporate stores. Basically the store that won in each region received 25$ gift cards for all their employees and would be entered into a national final. All of the employees at our store busted our butts to make our store sparkle. This included extra cleaning duties that nobody wanted to do EVERY SHIFT. Pressure washing around the exterior of the store, scrubbing and scraping gum off the sidewalks and entry ways , picking up trash and sweeping the parking lot, constantly touching up the paint anywhere needed, inside and out, scrubbing the dumpsters. Everything inside the restaurant, (including plumbing fixtures in the restrooms) had to be scrubbed with a toothbrush. Im not exaggerating. Being forced to tackle my daily sparkle,sparkle restroom duties as a server who’s primary job function was handling food was the highlight of my shift for months and a favorite of the guests I would imagine as well. I mean , who wouldn't love seeing their server in the men's restroom scrubbing a urinal with a toothbrush right after having their lunch delivered by that “said server?’! Athough, I suppose it would have sucked even more if it was a customer who ,hadn't ,received their food witnessing me scrubbing a urinal just prior to serving them their Superbird. ,Sparkle Sparkle... ,Scraping gum from underneath all the booths and underneath the tables, and scratching the gunk out of the crevaces in the wooden highchairs with toothpicks were just a few of the daunting tasks needing to be done daily. If a server didnt want to sacrifice any of their tips during their usual shift by having to give up time on the floor (taking tables) to do their extra ,Sparkle Sparkle Sparkling, we were given the option to do it after our scheduled shift which was awesome but not being able to do it on the clock and get paid for doing it, wasnt. In the end ,Sparkle Sparkle ,paid off… for someone else. We won regionally and then went on to win nationally yet none of us employees who so rigorously dedicated ourselves and shed blood, sweat and tears (literally) to make our Denny's ,Sparkle Sparkle ,, mysteriously every day for months, never received our $25 gift cards or a portion of the $25,000 grand prize we were entitled to . Instead, the owner kept all of the winnings for himself and chose to compensate his SuperBaddassNinja, ,Sparkle Sparkle, warriors by covering our $800 tab at another restaurant for our annual Christmas party. And don't get me wrong, I appreciated the gesture, but it was short lived when he tried to make me pay the $62 till shortage the next day at work. Fifteen other employees used it and had their hands in it with me that day. I was first one in on morning shift that day so I was asked to cover the shortage first. I later found out that after I told him to go kick rocks he asked two more employees seperatly to pay it and just like me, they both told him to go kick rocks as well. When the owner had yet another bright idea on how to pinch pennies and make twice as much money in profit at the same time by cheating the guests, yet again, by charging customers for to-go boxes they needed for their leftovers and styrofoam cups for their beverages I quit.
Life altering phone call…. My mother had COPD, and had oxygen tanks at home for when she needed it, but was still fairly independent and lived in the next street to me. She was 72 years old, and still drove to the shops, or to see friends when she felt well enough. On the 19th December 2008 my mum had a minor accident in her car (she scraped the wall as she reversed down her drive). It shook her up a bit - but it was just a scrape requiring a paint touch up, nothing major. On the 20th her friend went to see her and rang me to say that mum was a “bit under the weather” and thought it would be a good idea if I popped round. I told my husband “just going round Mums” and set off for her house (a 5 minute walk at maximum). I had the keys to her house, so I opened the door and went in. I called out for my mum, and she answered from upstairs. She was lying on the guest bed and said she was feeling weak. I made her a cup of tea and we chatted. She needed the lavatory, and I helped her walk to the room. She definitely wasn’t good, and had previously had a urine infection that had affected her similarly. I suggested that we talked to her doctor, and she reluctantly agreed. She wanted to lie down on the guest bed again, so I helped her then I went to her bedroom, where she had a bedside landline, and rang her doctor. He asked to speak to my mum, so I went to my mum and helped her walk to her bed to talk to him. We sat side by side and while she was telling him how she felt she suddenly collapsed. The doctor told me to perform CPR and that he would take over from there. I laid her on the floor and started (i was first aid trained years before and still knew how to do it). The doctor called 999, and asked for an ambulance. Then he called my husband and told him to get around my mother's house as fast as he could. While my husband was putting on his shoes, he heard the ambulance fly past. He ran to my mothers house to see the paramedics carrying her out to the ambulance bagging her as they went. He charged inside and just held me. The paramedics returned after a few minutes and said that they had certified her as dead. They further said that they think when she collapsed that had actually been her dying and that there was nothing I could have done to save her. They brought her body back into her house and laid her out on the bed. And then I made the life altering phone call to my sister and brother.