this week is but a blur! I have been so busy getting my shit together I am amazed that I ever got anything done when I was working. I am seriously pooped and have been going non-stop since 8:30 am.
I guess you could say I did take a break. I went to a preview screening of Underworld: Evolution. iheartkate!
anyway..... today I got to shoot some photography in a studio. nothing exciting. my portfolio. but I did learn a thing or two about studio lighting and reading a light meter. I don't know why I was always so intimidated by this before, its easy peasy!
I've been working along side a friend doing some graphics stuff for his foot fetish business. that, too, has been interesting. Such a simple pleasure really. feet. hmmmm. whoda thunk. and really.... its just that, feet.
while I have no desires for worshipping feet, I do have a respect for it.
Here's a little story:
back when digital cameras were making their debut, my ex, a complete tech geek, was sure to have one of the first and the finest. He went and got a massive storage card and away he went. that camera went with us every where. in fact... I was beginning to feel like a third wheel. (heh)
but seriously, we had such a huge collection of beer and party photos that I was sick of seeing that thing flashing (literally) in front of me. So one day, he handed the camera to me and said it was my turn to take the party photos. I sneered. then I thought about it. I grinned smugly and said "ok."
The camera and I ventured into the other room. while there, I asked everyone to take off their shoes and started taking pictures of their feet. Each new person that entered had their feet snapped. Even the dog was not free of this foot capturing event.
well, the next day, about an hour after he and his camera left to go home, I got a call from from hime laughing as he watched his camera download picture after picture of feet. Ever since then, if I dare set my own feet in a party with camera in tow... people just automatically take of their shoes and showing me their feet. you'd be amazed at hte things people think about their feet. "look, I have a scar shaped like a sperm!" um, ok.
Its almost like when a family member decides that since you have cats you must LOVE cats, and next thing you know, your whole house is filled with, um, cats. cats on your plates. on your doormat. plaques saying "love me, love my cat." more cat calanders than you can shake a mouse at.
well, I am getting too silly for my own good and the coffe has beyond worn off.
I guess you could say I did take a break. I went to a preview screening of Underworld: Evolution. iheartkate!
anyway..... today I got to shoot some photography in a studio. nothing exciting. my portfolio. but I did learn a thing or two about studio lighting and reading a light meter. I don't know why I was always so intimidated by this before, its easy peasy!
I've been working along side a friend doing some graphics stuff for his foot fetish business. that, too, has been interesting. Such a simple pleasure really. feet. hmmmm. whoda thunk. and really.... its just that, feet.
while I have no desires for worshipping feet, I do have a respect for it.
Here's a little story:
back when digital cameras were making their debut, my ex, a complete tech geek, was sure to have one of the first and the finest. He went and got a massive storage card and away he went. that camera went with us every where. in fact... I was beginning to feel like a third wheel. (heh)
but seriously, we had such a huge collection of beer and party photos that I was sick of seeing that thing flashing (literally) in front of me. So one day, he handed the camera to me and said it was my turn to take the party photos. I sneered. then I thought about it. I grinned smugly and said "ok."
The camera and I ventured into the other room. while there, I asked everyone to take off their shoes and started taking pictures of their feet. Each new person that entered had their feet snapped. Even the dog was not free of this foot capturing event.
well, the next day, about an hour after he and his camera left to go home, I got a call from from hime laughing as he watched his camera download picture after picture of feet. Ever since then, if I dare set my own feet in a party with camera in tow... people just automatically take of their shoes and showing me their feet. you'd be amazed at hte things people think about their feet. "look, I have a scar shaped like a sperm!" um, ok.
Its almost like when a family member decides that since you have cats you must LOVE cats, and next thing you know, your whole house is filled with, um, cats. cats on your plates. on your doormat. plaques saying "love me, love my cat." more cat calanders than you can shake a mouse at.
well, I am getting too silly for my own good and the coffe has beyond worn off.
Damn double post!
[Edited on Jan 30, 2006 3:31AM]