Time for another post.
Had a productive session with my model at my friend's studio today. During the course of which, while I was taking a look at the pose from a different angle , I stepped on a thumb tack my buddy had lost. I desperately tried to keep my balance while hopping on one foot, but alas, I ended up crashing into the backdrop that had been setup for a photo shoot. Foot up in the air, with that bloody thumb tack still stuck in it.
Oh well, at least I can laugh about it now, although they laughed harder.
Earlier that day at the work-front.
I was lectured once again about how wrong I am for being an atheist.
The topic of conversation had befallen on the subject of religion, and once again forgot to hold my tongue, and made a statement questioning the validity of their deity.
I also have to tread carefully with one co-worker, while lighthearted, he does take his faith seriously. I found this out once when I poked a little fun at his expense.
The time I poked fun at his expense.
I had found a piece of paper on the bar, which was written in a foreign language. I asked the barhelp who was close by if it was his. The barhelp stated that it was a prayer he had wrote, in his native Hungarian. The poor guy was dealing with an antagonizing ex-wife, and going though a long dryspell, which was bringing him further frustration.
"Zotan"*. I said. ' Don't you know it's not nice to pray to God for pussy'. I then clasped my hands in prayer, and with my best imitation of Zotan I said.
"Dear Lord, it's Zotan here. You know it's been a long time. Please help me find a woman that will put out, combined with a High Oral Amusement Capacity**and please don't let her be as fucked up as my ex-wife. Amen."
He was not amused. But me and my fellow co-workers were.
* Zotan is not his real name. ** copyright StrangeDays 2012:
Anyway, that's enough for now.
Had a productive session with my model at my friend's studio today. During the course of which, while I was taking a look at the pose from a different angle , I stepped on a thumb tack my buddy had lost. I desperately tried to keep my balance while hopping on one foot, but alas, I ended up crashing into the backdrop that had been setup for a photo shoot. Foot up in the air, with that bloody thumb tack still stuck in it.
Oh well, at least I can laugh about it now, although they laughed harder.
Earlier that day at the work-front.
I was lectured once again about how wrong I am for being an atheist.
The topic of conversation had befallen on the subject of religion, and once again forgot to hold my tongue, and made a statement questioning the validity of their deity.
I also have to tread carefully with one co-worker, while lighthearted, he does take his faith seriously. I found this out once when I poked a little fun at his expense.
The time I poked fun at his expense.
I had found a piece of paper on the bar, which was written in a foreign language. I asked the barhelp who was close by if it was his. The barhelp stated that it was a prayer he had wrote, in his native Hungarian. The poor guy was dealing with an antagonizing ex-wife, and going though a long dryspell, which was bringing him further frustration.
"Zotan"*. I said. ' Don't you know it's not nice to pray to God for pussy'. I then clasped my hands in prayer, and with my best imitation of Zotan I said.
"Dear Lord, it's Zotan here. You know it's been a long time. Please help me find a woman that will put out, combined with a High Oral Amusement Capacity**and please don't let her be as fucked up as my ex-wife. Amen."
He was not amused. But me and my fellow co-workers were.
* Zotan is not his real name. ** copyright StrangeDays 2012:
Anyway, that's enough for now.