Someone go over to Threadless.com and buy me a shirt of the month club membership! Please

I ordered some 120 size infrared film the other day. It showed up today - I thought “wow that was fast” and then I looked at the return address. Turns out they (J & C Photo) are - almost literally - two blocks from school! Or about 2 miles from my house!!! Now I can save shipping costs and just go shopping after class!

So now I have three rolls of 120 sized IR film to go take pictures with! Time to learn how to load a Hasselblad.

Sometimes I sit at my computer with my Blogger window up and I can’t type anything. It isn’t for lack of something to say but more of a lack of how to post it and have it be anything more than a petty rant.

I have a confession to make.

I haven’t listened to EggRadio.com in about a week. Its not that I don’t love my Egg Radio brethren… …I still have my EggRadio.com Eurotrash sticker on my car. I still love the Egg. And I still enjoy that the word cock is plastered all over its web page.

That being said…

I do not like commercials. And I can listen to hours of music without commercials at SomaFM (Tags Trance Trip, Drone Zone & Groove Salad), Philosomatica and xtc.radio.london. If I wanted to listen to commercials, I would slide on over to terrestrial radio. Plus none of the commercial free stations play bands like Everclear or Kid Rock, which I have an allergic reaction to (if I hear one of their songs I turn read and start screaming obscenities).

I like going through my old digital photos every now and then and I have always liked this shot.

This is from in between the two shells of the Sydney Opera House. Sometimes I like to look at things from a different perspective than everyone thinks I should be looking at them from. I took this picture on New Years Day, 2003.

Sometimes I have these strange moments (of clarity?) where things line up for me and suddenly everything (well, some things) makes sense.

This isn’t one of those moments.

But it is close! Follow me through my course of logic:

“Christian” can be re-arranged to “Christina”. “Christina” is a formal name, often abbreviated to “Tina”.

As it turns out, “Tina” is often a name that people use for Crystal Methamphetamine.

So am I implying that you have to be on meth to be a Christian? No not at all. But I think from an outsiders point of view, it may seem like a whole lot of them are.

I went into Party America, which used to be called Paper Warehouse, today to get some SOLO 2 oz plastic condiment Jell-O shot cups. Unfortunately, since the Beast Party America bought Paper Warehouse they have discontinued the vendor that supplies these cups.

I know of no other place to buy them. This brings sadness on Jell-O shot making day.

So I went to Hobby Lobby to see if they had anything like that, and also to get some supplies for my Photo class. Alas, no cups for Jell-O shots. So I took my supplies up to the cash register where I get in line and just smile and nod my way along to the register. The old lady in front of me hands the cute little cashier girl her mangled Visa card with the signature strip all worn off of it. The girl asks for a drivers license and the old lady gets very indignant and huffy and makes drama about how her license is in her car and that she will have to go get it. The cashier was like “any photo ID will do” but she stomps off to her car.

While we wait for Mean Old Lady to get her DL I make small talk with the cashier about how funny it is that the lady made it HER fault. She smiles but doesn’t really say anything (she’s probably a good Christian girl who doesn’t gossip if she isn’t at church). Fussy Mean Old Lady gets back with her DL and glares at the cashier and holds up one of those ID badges that hangs on a cord around the neck and says “Wouldn’t this have done? Why did I have to go get my drivers license?” I try to reassure the old lady that even when you go to the mall and the card is signed, they will still ask for your ID so its not really that uncommon (read: quit bitching about it). So she signs her card receipt and huffs off.

Cute cashier girl and I start joking and I told her “Isn’t it nice how it was YOUR fault that she forgot she didn’t have her work ID around her neck when you said any photo ID would work?” we laugh and then as she is bagging my stuff, she looks over and we both notice that Mean Fussy Old Lady was so pissed off about having to show ID that she left without her bag of stuff. HAHA.

I bought some Testamints too. Little Jesus fish shaped mints. If only they knew what sacrilegious things I intend do with them.

Hi. My name is Rich. That rhymes with bitch. Coincidence? No.

This is my blog. I write about things in here instead of keeping them bottled up. I write about good things, I write about bad things. I write about things that make me happy and I write about things that piss me off.

Cost of blogger = free
Cost of therapy = more than free

If you don’t like what you read, don’t read it.

So it is about 93º outside, with full Kansas summer humidity. So what’s a boy to do - I know! I will take my kitty outside and chase him around the back yard with my cameras!

Mr. Bigglesworth and I made our usual rounds and I got some cute pictures of him, but then I decided that we need to explore where no poofy cat has gone before. Yes, that’s right - OUTSIDE THE FENCE.

Mr. Bigglesworth is having a wond-purr-full time sniffing everything and nibbling on the odd blade of grass. I tried to pose him in the crotch of a tree for a picture, but he was uncooperative with that effort. I sat down and just kept an eye on him for a while. Then he decided to get all adventurous and keep going into the neighbors back yard. After a few times of playing “watch the human try to catch me” I decided it was time to move back into the fenced in area, so I could worry less about him trying to escape. With Lee out of town I wasn’t sure if I could find him if he got lost.

So back into the fenced in area, I’m relaxing taking pictures and probably getting some chiggers. Not more than two minutes has passed by when I hear the woosh of a sliding door, a woman yelling then WOOF WOOF. A 130lb Great Dane and her German shepherd companion have RUN into my unfenced portion where my 12lb poofy orange cat and I had previously occupied.

Then my maternal instincts kick in, I cast off my photo gear and LUNGE for my cat. You see, this Great Dane is standing at the GATE between fenced and un-fenced back yard and hanging her head OVER it. Mr. Bigglesworth was even MORE poofy and he must have hopped about 4 feet straight in the air. He landed back arched, pupils dilated with that look of “OMG OMG OMG” on his face.

This was the first time he never complained about being taken inside

I went to open lab at school today and printed out some AWESOME shots from my infrared film.. YAY

I had to leave the lab early tho - because the place was over-run with people in the fundamentals class and their ineptitude was irritating me.

I hope I don’t turn into an elitist photo snob like Larma…. Oh wait.. I’d have to be using those digital toy cameras for that.. *giggle* (sorry, inside joke most of you won’t get)