Finally had some tattoo done. The house has been poking holes in my bank account so every time I go to look for tattoo money, there’s never anything. Had some filling and inner-arm outlining done; the mask scares Charlotte, but my inner-upper-arm is rarely on show, so tough.
One more sitting left and we’ll be done I think [hope].
If you’re wondering how I feel about my latest purchase, my SC-29 off-camera-flash-enabler, it looks a little like this:
If you’re wondering how Charlotte feels about it (and, indeed any other photography-related purchase I make), it looks something like this:
CLS is awesome, and and off-camera master gives you so much more freedom to experiment with shadows than using the built-in pop-up as the master. I am very pleased, and will be overusing this greatly in the near future. See more from this evening’s photoshoot at flickr.
So, there appears to be no 364. I actually missed 163, but found something I could use for that day.
So, I wanted to take a nice self portrait for the last day of the year. Unfortunately, it’s so hot that I’m sweaty and red and that idea went out the window!
This project has been so fun (although there have been momentary lapses in concentration and inspiration) but I really feel like the quality of my images has improved overall. I definitely prefer the photos I’m taking now, and I’m enjoying it way more too. Almost certainly going to just carry it on anyway.
I’m sure there’s a fairly simple mathematical equation that could describe my susceptibility to a worsening mood, depending on a numeric representation of my current state. Either way, it seems to go:
I’m thinking of giving the numeric value when people ask me how I am. Would make for a lot less arguments/bad feeling.
It’s fun to purposefully mislead people; luckily, conversation is a great vessel for this.
As well as xkcd’s awesome example, I like to say “speaking of [something]” as a precursor to a topic, when said topic has never even so much as been alluded to. It’s best to do with confrontational people—you then get to try and convince them that you had definitely mentioned it and they probably weren’t listening.
Sometimes boredom is a dangerous thing.
I’m getting sick of the avatar where I have a beard. This is also from my “bad” side. I don’t know whether it’s supposed to be hyperbole because I’m having a bad week or what.
You can prove anything with facts.
This is an awful photo. The minimum focus distance (even at 28mm) of the lens I have on loan is just longer than my arms, so even though I got the "everything’s fine" double beep, there doesn’t appear to be a focal point here. Oops.
After getting sick of the upkeep of a handlebar, I decided to wipe the slate clean. I’ve not seen my face for a little while, and my winter weight appears to be leaving, so so can my winter plumage!
Or so it would seem. So busy, so tired, so late.
In the spirit of metal friday, I decided to operate on my beard. I’m not too sure about it yet. I’ll give it a couple of days and get rid of it if I don’t like it.
I recently stumbled across (not upon, I can do without that thanks!) a blog that basically is me. I’ve never really identified with an individual so quickly in the way that I have with the author of this blog, and it’s an odd feeling.
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