September 17th, 2007

forget me nots

stupid hotmail

There is no longer the option to switch my hotmail back to the old view. I do not like this. My work computer does not like this new view. So bleah to that.

Biscuit is being very wild right now. It's amusing but he's scratchy!

Must finish this quickly. Must get to work.

Took pictures yesterday. I don't think I have time to describe them right now. I'll try to get into my mail at work and do it. Now I have to stop getting scratched and get moving.
forget me nots

frustrating day and photo talk

Work computer and I continue to not get along. We are getting new machines but not fast enough for me. Stupid thing.

Also, lots of calls today. There was one lady I'm sure was drunk and a guy who was putting together words in a way that made them not even sound like english. He reminded me of the pageant girl with all her such as blah blah, though he included none.

Had two scenes yesterday that I set up and photographed on infared film.

In the first I set up the table with a large dinner plate spread with lettuce leaves, some condiments, a loaf of bread, a knife and fork. Then we placed Biscuit on the plate and Steve pretended to be about to eat him. Buscuit was only a semi-cooperative assistant. In at least one shot Steve is trying to eat Buscuit while biscuit is trying to eat the bread and lettuce. It might be amusing though.

Mike helped me with the second scene. From the waist up I coated him completely in shaving cream and photographed him sitting next to a tree reading the paper.

I've been thinking that I've perhaps been overthinking these thigns. All I really need is one off thing in an otherwise normal scene for it to work. So I have high hopes for these photos.
forget me nots

not all alcoholics are handymen. make a note of it.

I got myself ready for class and was driving down the road when I realized that I had left almost a full hour before I need to. So here I am back at my computer and now I have time to talk about the lady I talked to this morning.

Ok so there was a wire story, a comment piece, that this woman read. For reference I'll include it here [link]. I had to go look it up to even understand what she was going on about. Apparently the thing she took issue with was the little descriptive bit about the alcoholic handyman with his toolbox. She was very disappointed either with the story or with the lady who wrote it and said that *She* was an alcoholic and that they are not all handymen with tool boxes.

Um. What?

An amusing way to start the day.