Had the opportunity earlier this week to do a photo shoot with a new model. Still haven’thad a chance to get into the darkroom and print the results yet, but it looks like there’s some good stuff, which (with a bit of luck) I’ll be posting soonest.
In the meantime, a shot taken of the shoot by her husband with a digital camera:
May not be work-safe
There are a number of reasons for this, which I’ll get into later. For now, we need to start cleaning up the house to get it ready for the realtor to show, we need to get a bunch of stuff on eBay, we need to do eleventy-zillion things, so…
…Kelly’s visiting friends this evening, and Shelly and I are going to play Empire Earth until our eyes bleed.
No, really. Literally. A dog’s life.
How is it that hardly any major religion has looked at science and concluded, ‘This is better than we thought! The Universe is much bigger than our prophets saiid, grander, more subtle, more elegant’? Instead they say, ‘No, no, no! My god is a little god, and I want him to stay that way.’ A religion, old or new, that stressed the magnificence of the Universe are revealed by modern science might be able to draw forth reserves of reverance and awe hardly tapped by the conventional faiths.
–Carl Sagan
Typing this message on a new box, running Red Hat 9 on a generic Pentium III system. This is going to be my test bed for porting Onyx to Linux.
Got it installed and working on the fifth try–yay me! God bless Linux…whern it takes someone who’s been using and programming computers for over twenty years, who’s familiar with everything from mainframe operating systems (TOPS-20, VM/370) to Solaris and SunOS, who’s been known to ressurect a PDP-11 from a Salvation Army, *five freaking tries* to install Linux on a desktop system…
…Linux ain’t gonna be a serious threat to Windows in the desktop consumer market any time soon.
Get over it, kids. Open source programmers like working on sexy projects, and installers ain’t sexy, and a point-and-drool installer for a crap OS wins out over a complicated installer for a rubust OS in the home market seven falls out of ten.
And in completely unrelated, non-tech stuff…
Last week, Shelly found an old magazine ad in a book on the history of advertising that used the Hindenberg disaster to sell razor blades.
I. Shit. You. Not.
The ad featured a half-page picture of the Hindenberg blowing up, with copy that ran along the lines of “The survivors of the Hindenberg use Shick razors–even on their charred and burned flesh, Shick razors are gentle!”
So anyone who wants to say that modern advertising is more tasteless and offensive than it was in the “good old days” now has zero credibility with me.
Weird link o’ the day:
I just tried my first Moon Pie.
Yep, that’s right, I’ve somehow managed to live in the United States for thirty-eight years without ever once sampling that staple of American snack food, the most canomical example of an entire class of cheap, low-quality snacks, the Moon Pie.
It was disgusting.
Which is what I expected, really. All the snacks in the class–HoHos, Ding Dongs, and so forth–are pretty bad, when it comes right down to it.
What surprised me was the way it was disgusting. It’s really not all that similar to, say, your average Little Debbie snack cake; it’s gross in unexpected new ways that are novel and slightly weird.
All in all, I’m glad I did it.
…I learned on a spontaneous 2600-mile weekend road trip to Boston. Things like:
– Thou Shalt Not Take The Words Of The Oracle Of Mapquest As Gospel, For Verily They Do Lie From Time To Time, Just To Keep You On Your Toes
– After 1,000 miles in the car, nobody wants to hear your Agent Smith impersonation.
– New Jersey has a smell that lingers.
– If you see six police cars in your rearview mirror, lights blazing and sirens screaming, closing fast behind you, just pull over and let them by. Even if you were speeding, they’re not interested in you. Seriously. In the grand scheme of things, you’re just not that important.
– When you’re debating the pros and cons of a very long drive to pay an unexpected visit to someone, don’t forget to account for the fact that you’re going to arrive at your destination smelling like armpit. Please, for the love of God, think of the children!
– Yes, you do need to pee. You only think you don’t.
– No matter how full your baggage is, there’s always room for a 7.62-caliber bullet. And a 7.62-caliber bullet is always an appropriate housewarming gift. Especially if you have a whole lot of ’em lying around as a result of the last party. Just sayin’.
– Police officers are social creatures. Wherever you see one, there are a lot more you don’t see. Kind of like spiders and cockroaches.
– Think of the coolest thing you can imagine, and the second-coolest thing you can imagine. Now picture the second-coolest thing balancing on top of the coolest thing. ladytabitha is cooler than that.
– Experiences are more rewarding than possessions.
And finally, the #1 thing I learned on a spontaneous 2600-mile weekend road trip to Boston:
– Life rewards courage.
In completely unrelated news, I returned to discover a form from the Post Office saying that the package I sent to ame_chan was destroyed in transit, oops, so sorry, and that if I liked, they’d be happy to try to locate the contents, which might be in their damaged parcels facility in St. Paul, MN, but then again, might have been eaten by a goat. Sorry about that! I’ll try again tomorrow…
Shelly will be using this trip to learn to drive a manual transmission. Wheee!
We’re drivin’ to Boston to visit ladytabitha…be back sometime Monday morning!