First, let me say that
First, let me say that Sam is a squeamish little punk. Spiders are so cool. I wouldn't want one as a pet, but they are of a fascinating biological architecture. I mean, look at the guys head... all alien looking and shit... really neat. Anyway, I tucked it inside the "more" for you Sammy boy, so get over it. I hope you don't see any spiders when we hit the bike trails this weekend. Heh.
So, AT&T had a issue with one of their area routers in Dallas this morning that caused an Internet outage at the corporate headquarters of my employer in Houston. There was nothing to do but wait. It's like you watching someone get shot in Liberia on CNN and your boss saying, "why didn't you save him? what are you going to do to save his live?"... that's great. I love it. I love it like sticking a red hot branding iron straight into my ass. I love it like chewing broken glass and rinsing with original recipe Listerine. I love it like laying still on a summer's day while ants slowly eat away at my body until I fester and die in the boiling sun. You know, there are signs from time to time that lend clues toward who should procreate and who should not. Those that should not are rewarded in some karmic way by being promoted through the corporate ladder... maybe. Maybe I'm just generalizing. I think so. I take it all back. I'm going to traipse in the flowers and spread good will toward man the rest of the day.
My stomach is killing me. Still. Yesterday afternoon I started getting these terrible stomach pains. It sucks. Maybe an alien baby is growing inside me and will pop out at lunch when I lunge up on top of the table and start flailing about... knocking shit off the edges and screaming at the top of my lungs? That would rock. Well, not the alien eating through my stomach part, but the look on everyone's faces during the table episode. I bet it would be a lot like the pastor droppin' the mic to his posterior and ripping a huge, echoing fart in church. Music to the congregation's ears. I have this sudden urge to rant about my distaste for modern organized religion, but I'll refrain.
Yeah, so EL provided me with the most bodacious birthday gift. All things considered, it wasn't the most practical birthday gift, but certainly one that will bring me great joy for years to come. Michael and I have been talking a lot about putting together portfolios for the upcoming Fotofest. After months of shooting literally thousands of photographs, I realized that this was becoming more than just a hobby and I needed some more room to grow. Last night, I was presented with a magnificent work of art and triumphant representation of the advances in modern technology. I received a EF 100mm f2.8 Macro USM and a unbelievably pimp 10D body to place it on. I could go on and on about the camera, but the camera itself isn't what impressed me the most. Don't get me wrong, it is fabulous, but the lens is utterly amazing. That lens is truly a work of art. I'm serious.
So, now... format for Fotofest? That's what I'm kicking around. I'd love to hear your thoughts...
So, AT&T had a issue with one of their area routers in Dallas this morning that caused an Internet outage at the corporate headquarters of my employer in Houston. There was nothing to do but wait. It's like you watching someone get shot in Liberia on CNN and your boss saying, "why didn't you save him? what are you going to do to save his live?"... that's great. I love it. I love it like sticking a red hot branding iron straight into my ass. I love it like chewing broken glass and rinsing with original recipe Listerine. I love it like laying still on a summer's day while ants slowly eat away at my body until I fester and die in the boiling sun. You know, there are signs from time to time that lend clues toward who should procreate and who should not. Those that should not are rewarded in some karmic way by being promoted through the corporate ladder... maybe. Maybe I'm just generalizing. I think so. I take it all back. I'm going to traipse in the flowers and spread good will toward man the rest of the day.
My stomach is killing me. Still. Yesterday afternoon I started getting these terrible stomach pains. It sucks. Maybe an alien baby is growing inside me and will pop out at lunch when I lunge up on top of the table and start flailing about... knocking shit off the edges and screaming at the top of my lungs? That would rock. Well, not the alien eating through my stomach part, but the look on everyone's faces during the table episode. I bet it would be a lot like the pastor droppin' the mic to his posterior and ripping a huge, echoing fart in church. Music to the congregation's ears. I have this sudden urge to rant about my distaste for modern organized religion, but I'll refrain.
Yeah, so EL provided me with the most bodacious birthday gift. All things considered, it wasn't the most practical birthday gift, but certainly one that will bring me great joy for years to come. Michael and I have been talking a lot about putting together portfolios for the upcoming Fotofest. After months of shooting literally thousands of photographs, I realized that this was becoming more than just a hobby and I needed some more room to grow. Last night, I was presented with a magnificent work of art and triumphant representation of the advances in modern technology. I received a EF 100mm f2.8 Macro USM and a unbelievably pimp 10D body to place it on. I could go on and on about the camera, but the camera itself isn't what impressed me the most. Don't get me wrong, it is fabulous, but the lens is utterly amazing. That lens is truly a work of art. I'm serious.
So, now... format for Fotofest? That's what I'm kicking around. I'd love to hear your thoughts...
I have already planned to take care of that. First, we leave early in the morning. Second - you go first so you can break through all the spider webs (that were woven accross the trail overnight) for me.
upcoming meaning march12-april12 04? if so, you should have plenty of time with your new camera to put together some pics.
Stomach pain? Is it constant, or intermittent? Any family history of gall bladder disease? (sorry - the Mom in me hates it when people are in pain). Here’s some virtual tequila: it heals all ills (or at least, you won’t care that you hurt). ~/
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