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Sam had a new baby. I am considering getting the anti-baby procedure myself. I was offered a new shoot on Sunday, but it looks like it is going to fall through due to flakyness. I have a very low tolerance for flakyness. I have been saving pennies for some new studio gear. I haven't purchased photo supplies in over 6 months and this is something I really want. I'm excited and ready to order... then I hear B&H caught on fire last night. It is indeed a sad day. Anyhoo... not much else going on here. EQ2 tradeskilling has become prohibitively expensive since the last big patch and the nerfed AGI buffs to AC for scouts. If you understood that, then you know how bad it sucks. If not, no worries... it sucks. I'm so freakin' hungry. If I eat a tiny breakfast in the morning, I am Starvin' Marvin' by lunch, but if I eat a huge breakfast in the morning, I rarely need to eat until the next day. Odd fruity pebbles. I am having my business site host provider migrate behindthelens.org to my account there so I can set up a people (read: fashion/glamour) portfolio there and not have it overlap with my other stuff. There is something about mixing photographs of models in various levels of disrobement with macro shots of bugs and sweeping scenic landscapes that might send mixed messages to the viewer. I am assuming that I'll find my niche somewhere after I find my style. Right now, I love to photograph in all genres... anything, anywhere, yadda yadda... but most successful photgraphers on the long haul develop a distinctive style in a genre they are skilled in and create an association. I may never get to that point. I may just continue to shoot architecture one morning, macro behavioral shots of indigenous insects after lunch, and fine art nudes in the evening... roll the dice for the next day's topics... rinse and repeat. It remains to be seen if there is any market for a jack-of-all-trades photographer. I suppose only time will tell. Cafe Latte = Good Hunger = Bad There is a deli in the basement of that is calling my name. No, seriously. I mean it.