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Head flavored pixels taste the best!
A soft pink sham.
A kitchen nookery.
I've been manipulating again, folks...
I'll be posting some photo entries tonight.
Hope you enjoy them!
At work today, I was called a bitch by a total stranger. While in the restroom, a woman who was in a stall asked if I would mind handing her some toilet paper. I agreed to and looked in several stalls for the paper. We have dispensers that hold multiple rolls, and I found a roll that was stuck in the "up" position. I fought to get it out, making some struggling sounds, I suppose. I got some from another stall and, throwing it over her stall door, I told her to catch.
She then says to me, "You don't have to be a bitch about it". This elicits laughter from me, and in my sweetest southern accent I say, "Well, that's not very nice! Let's see if I do a favor for YOU again!"
How have we collapsed as a culture that help from a stranger causes a surge of misplaced anger? I'm a moody person, but I reserve my bilious anger for those that have earned it.
Just to let you all know, I am not soured by this experience. Like Blanche DuBois, I still believe in the kindness of strangers. We have to hold the quilted fabric of our society together somehow, right?
She then says to me, "You don't have to be a bitch about it". This elicits laughter from me, and in my sweetest southern accent I say, "Well, that's not very nice! Let's see if I do a favor for YOU again!"
How have we collapsed as a culture that help from a stranger causes a surge of misplaced anger? I'm a moody person, but I reserve my bilious anger for those that have earned it.
Just to let you all know, I am not soured by this experience. Like Blanche DuBois, I still believe in the kindness of strangers. We have to hold the quilted fabric of our society together somehow, right?
Here's a personal high-point from our HorrorHound weekend! I met the fantastic Bill Moseley! He has always been one of my favorite horror actors, always giving even smaller roles a touch of personality.
The convention was really great. Chris got more digital shots than I did, so my shots won't be up until I finish the roll of film on the Action Sampler Flash. I'm really anxious to see how they turn out.
There was one pretty low point, however...and it's name was 'Mother of Tears'. I have a quote from an iMDB review of 2007's 'Halloween' that I will use to illustrate how terrible this was: "When you want the heroine of a film to die, the director has failed". Really, it was just crap.
But we had more than enough fun to make up for the disappointments! :)
The convention was really great. Chris got more digital shots than I did, so my shots won't be up until I finish the roll of film on the Action Sampler Flash. I'm really anxious to see how they turn out.
There was one pretty low point, however...and it's name was 'Mother of Tears'. I have a quote from an iMDB review of 2007's 'Halloween' that I will use to illustrate how terrible this was: "When you want the heroine of a film to die, the director has failed". Really, it was just crap.
But we had more than enough fun to make up for the disappointments! :)
I had to tell a bold-faced lie today. I really don't like to do that, but I was pushed in a corner and forced to react, so I let fly with disturbing ease.
The story goes as follows:
There is a cleaning lady that cleans our building every day. She's from an even more rural part of Kentucky than I am, driving an hour to get to Richmond from her home.
She is really talkative and friendly. Typically, she will talk for 5-10 minutes at a time, and her exuberance keeps me in conversation with her. She's a Penecostal christian, republican and though I hate to narrow people down, she's pretty closed-minded and unaware of the world around her. But, we're all really nice to her, of course.
Today she told me that some of the higher ranking bosses were coming for
visit on Thursday and Friday. I told her that I was really lucky to not have
to work on Friday, then! The conversation then went like this:
cl: Where are you gonna be?
me: Pennsylvania!
cl: Why are you going there?
me:(knowing that a HORROR convention would bring lots of
uncomfortableness) Um...family!
cl: Are you from there?
me: No, my um...husband has an...aunt and uncle...they, um...moved
there!
cl:(smiling and waving now) Have fun in Amish country!!!
*sigh* I know what you're thinking, but I had a woman call me 'witchy' for
reading Promethea last week. At this point I will do anything to keep from
reviving the burning times at work.
The story goes as follows:
There is a cleaning lady that cleans our building every day. She's from an even more rural part of Kentucky than I am, driving an hour to get to Richmond from her home.
She is really talkative and friendly. Typically, she will talk for 5-10 minutes at a time, and her exuberance keeps me in conversation with her. She's a Penecostal christian, republican and though I hate to narrow people down, she's pretty closed-minded and unaware of the world around her. But, we're all really nice to her, of course.
Today she told me that some of the higher ranking bosses were coming for
visit on Thursday and Friday. I told her that I was really lucky to not have
to work on Friday, then! The conversation then went like this:
cl: Where are you gonna be?
me: Pennsylvania!
cl: Why are you going there?
me:(knowing that a HORROR convention would bring lots of
uncomfortableness) Um...family!
cl: Are you from there?
me: No, my um...husband has an...aunt and uncle...they, um...moved
there!
cl:(smiling and waving now) Have fun in Amish country!!!
*sigh* I know what you're thinking, but I had a woman call me 'witchy' for
reading Promethea last week. At this point I will do anything to keep from
reviving the burning times at work.
Preparing for a Horrorhound convention by planning my wardrobe ahead of time. I am really ocd about packing and while I try to minimize items, I am more concerned with not forgetting anything.
I took a few photos for reference on what I wanted to wear.
I took a few photos for reference on what I wanted to wear.
