So, When is the next one?

what???

i was mid chop when i said to myself.. damn, this is a stupid idea i'm working on.

I tossed it on the floor and walked away.

the speed chop don't bother me....however, my idea for it was another story.

I don't care how you call it... with the time difference I start 5 hours too late anyway... and I'm a very slow chopper.



The snail speed chopper

We COULD call it the "You Don't Get To See This Until You Wake Up Tomorrow Morning, Whatever Time Zone U R In" chop...

...though I find that rather ungainly to say out loud.

Then what would you call it- non-advantage chop, or poor man's chop, or newbie chop, or do-it-real-fast chop, or chop-it-first, or chop-it-fast? Don't just say "Don't call it Speed Chop any more!" Tell us what the heck YOU would call it!

Hmmm... good point for us all.

Don't be part of the PROBLEM,
Be part of the SOLUTION.

No more WHINING WITHOUT ALTERNATIVE IDEAS BEING BROUGHT FORWARD.

I have, as you'll see above, already submitted my solution.

Can you make that 'after dinner'... when I wake up... I have to work... like most people!

Here is my speed chop after all...





EDIT: After Dinner Chop!!!

I hope (and I really do apologize for saying this, but SOMEONE has to) those didn't come from ANFA's PANTS!

To chop, or not to chop: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of Photchop Contest,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to chop;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand Anfas
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to chop;
To chop: perchance to dream: ay, there's the filter;
For in that sleep of death what chops may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal chop,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of speed chop;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of Mods,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The Blue Lurker of disprized chops, the law's delay,
The insolence of the Mods and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy chops,
When he himself might his quietus Wacom make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary chop,
But that the dread of something after Photoshop,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No chopper returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather chop those ills we have
Than chop to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make choppers of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution pixels
Is sicklied o'er with the pale filter of thought,
And chops of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of the Photoshop action.


I really don't give a rat's derriere as to what we call it. Like H1N1 or Swine flu if you got it your SOL & JWF.

remind me never to have diner @ your place... hey it's just not my favorit dish

@ Reinman:

@ seamusoisin:

@ Tom: It's Chinese soup... from Google

Psst... Tesore?


Anfa called and he wants his soup back.

Sorry to do this folks, but BACK ON TOPIC:

Congrats to ShamanDude for his SPEED CHOP win... good idea, well done, and not a drop of soup in site!

Well the contest is over... and the soup is cold...