I am actually at the point of wanting to run away and cry. I'm topped out for the day. Last straw has been achieved. I know everyone thinks it's copacetic to tease me (my phone is busted), but it's not. Not right now.
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
... I'm afraid to ask her what she thinks of Iron Lady.
I got a trailer for The Iron Lady last night. (Dubbed into German: now that was weird). I whispered to my friend: "I lived through it, I certainly don't want to sit through it again".
This just about sums it up:
dang those posters are rude, but funny.
The one for Girl With a Dragon Tattoo is DARK.
Taking pictures of strangers is HARD.
How was the class?
Ah, just discovered that I haven't been feeling tired, achy, and unable to concentrate due to working a long day yesterday, but because I have a mild fever. Thanks, Hacking Cough Guy from the antique mall Sunday.
I hope the quick onset and lack of nose-and-throat yuck means this is going to be over quickly. I can NOT afford to lose any workdays this week with a tight Thursday deadline approaching.
Taking pictures of strangers is HARD.
Wide angle, shoot from the hip.
Or, you know, that better idea your teacher had.
Wide angle, shoot from the hip.
Just don't put your camera on a stick and take pictures up women's skirts.
(Joke! Not that you would.)
The class was fine, the homework is killing me. I'm at the Met right now, because I got the idea that I could practice by taking pictures of sculptures. Except while I was here, I run into Woody Allen and Sun-Yi. Except that I couldn't take their picture because I was too afraid. Why should I be afraid? He's 80 years old and tiny. I could take him!