I'm sniffley and stuffy and (yeah, it's gross) have a dual nostril nose bleed and I'm not even a strung out yay sayer. I slept in longer than usual this morning and it was good. I needed it. EL and I grabbed some overpriced coffee from the corner Chez Satan and she dropped my borderline sick ass back at the house. My mother gave us some Amaryllis bulbs a while back that we planted along the garage. I wasn't sure they were going to bloom so late in the year, but I found one smiling at me this morning.
I plan on sitting around on my ass and resting all day. Yeah. That's the ticket.
Oh, and thanks Sean for the "children's books that didn't quite make it"... I laughed so hard that I almost shat myself...
What is today? Wednesday? How did this happen? I feel like the week should be over, but I can't remember the days that have just past. Last night was the notorious poker night... back on track after last iteration's rescheduling. I always have a great time, but regrettably stay up too late and feel dysfunctional the next morning. I know the reality of self employment doesn't fit my imaginary mold, but I have this dreamy vision of self employment where hours are flexible. I'm ready to retire and play all day. My old recruiter called me day before yesterday soliciting business. It's tempting, but I don't think I'm ready to make the plunge just yet. I'm a little more in that would-take-a-too-good-to-be-true-job-if-handed-on-a-silver-platter-with-guarantees mode than I am in the jump-off-the-plank-with-both-feet-and-damn-risks-to-hell mode. Of course, I've gone through more emotional mood swings that a pregnant woman about this, so who knows. Ironically, as I was typing that previous (and ridiculous excuse for a sentence) sentence, I paused to answer my cell phone and it was a man offering me a contract position on a network project in New York. Maybe it's a sign? I told him I wasn't interested. I told the truth. I'm done with big cities. I have thought a lot about this and even my move to Suburbia proper isn't enough. I'm not sure how to get from here to there and still put food on the table, but you can have your fucking smog, traffic, and idiots. It could just be a phase I'm going through... hmm... dunno. Anyhoo, EL and I are almost done with our Christmas shopping. That isn't that big a feat actually since we are pretty much only buying gifts for immediate family this year. I hate shopping in busy shopping areas. I get this sinking feeling of sadism and the deep desire to play with shoppers like a boy with ants under a magnifying glass on a sunny day consumes me. Shopping people are sheep... herd of irritating sheep. Look at this, it's 8:00 aye emm and I'm ready for chemical deliverance. "Martinis at eight" doesn't specify which cardinal direction to expect the Sun, does it? Oh well... time to work for my pay check. Toodles.
This is a nifty idea. It reminds me of
Knoppix... but with a corporate sponsor. Heh.
This is where I'm headed soon. Spiffy little tool. I am determined to get lighting results like Eastwood. That guy can light.
I have hunger.
We are having an afternoon sweet treat office party today. It ranks right up there with office birthdays in my opinion... and holiday luncheons. I'm contemplating heavy sedation at lunch to suppress the already evident postal precursors as the time draws ever nearer. My busy morning is plateauing. I needs me some bullets.
Sean scooped the story about the new
Leica and how it naturally will look good with latex and leather. I'm not sure what this is supposed to be exactly... a sly way to coax the old timers into the digital world? Fold them into the MATRIX? I'm sure that even the elitist bastards at
HCE will even approve of this little number. Hmm... manual everything
just like a traditional SLR except... oops! ...a digital sensor. What gives? Why? The only reasonable explanation is niche fetish. Heh. So anyhoo, I'm absent minded this morning... still trying to wake up. I left my cell phone in the car. I need coffee. I'm a little stressed by the instability at work. I need coffee. So another day begins...
The first day back at work is always a bear. I managed to make it without too much struggle because my boss(es) were still out of vacation so I could work without interruption. It's amazing how productive one can be with real work when not constantly bothered with busy-work. I had a great lunch with Bob and Joe after a morning that flew by only to return to an office with clocks dipped in molasses. I did some online Christmas shopping while waiting on some queries clogging progress. I broke down and finally ordered a replacement tripod for my flimsy broken ass hunk-o-dung. It is a painful purchase... such a necessity, but was really difficult to convince myself to go through with it. I think it's because professional camera and lens support comes with a professional price tag. I'm starting to do holiday portraits for friends and with the weather looking more like winter each week, the home studio is ramping up. EL has been busting her ass getting ready for this craft show this weekend were we'll have a bunch of custom art cards made with my photos. It should be fun. I wonder if I can drink while sitting at our "table". I can see it now, "Hey, have you seen the drunk guy's photos?" Speaking of drinking... there is a glass of red wine calling me.
Oh, and one last thing before I scoot...
Photoshop CS rawks!!!!!!!!
