I love how Lomography is all like, “Hey, here are some Piggies! But, oh yeah we don’t have any films you want in stock, our bad.” and then when you do want something from their store, it’s all “Oh, sorry, yo, your Piggies fucking expired.” and “Time to cough up an extra $10 of your money for that camera or film you want, which we may or may not have in stock. But it’s on sale 16% off, so enjoy. And not in stock. Ho Ho Ho.”
Some day, friend, some day. December is a very busy month for me, but we’ll get coffee soon and maybe I’ll even let you take pictures of me.
No pressure. I am a no pressure kind of person. I just like to poke playfully at those around me and hope someone sees the desperation and gives me a playmate or a hug or sends me those reeses peanut butter cups that are already opened and all I have to do is eat them so I can eat my pain away.
Wait, what was I talking about?
I’ve gained two followers in the last day. One of who I thought was following me but wasn’t. And the other who wasn’t following me but now is.
That’s a paradox right? Did I somehow cross my time stream and shit like that because that is confusing. What?
My lovely photos taken out of an airplane window of the world below, 14 notes.
Someone elses single shot out of an airplane window of the world below, 14,000+ notes.
I am only 14,000 notes away from reaching of my goal of taking a photograph that actually gets noticed by the masses and gets 14,000 notes.
Until then, for the few of you who do heart, comment and reblog my photos, you are the ****ing awesomest. Hugs and handshakes and stuff for each of you.
saint-flamingo replied to your post “If you are located in the Tulsa, Oklahoma area and would like to join…”
I definitely said it in a man voice and it was way creepy.
My real voice is not creepy. You should hear it. It is good. And conversational. And friendly. And it likes conversation and talking about stuff and it even lets the ears listen too sometimes.
Talk to the hand, bwords.
I wanted to love the Doctor Who game for the iPhone that is a “labor of love” aka Doctor Who: Legacy.
However, it’s nothing more then a run of the mill match 3 game with confusing rules and a Doctor Who shell.
I love Doctor Who, don’t get me wrong. But this game, even free, is just not that fun to play.
The streets of Washington, D.C.
As seen through my eyes via a Voigtlander Bessa R4A and VC 15mm Super Wide lens, on expired Kodak Portra 160NC film.
— The bottom shot, there was a guy shooting some hoops in the background. I considered walking down there and talking to him to get some up close shots but I am not very good at that kind of thing. So with my super wide lens, I aimed for like 2 minutes while he shot to catch him and the ball in midair. If I was close, that would be money shot time. But I wasn’t, so instead it’s a shot from like 1/4 mile away of a dood shooting some hoops.
"Do Not Bend"
Do they teach postal employees in the USA what these words mean? If not, they should. I’ve received two different packages in the last month, both very clearly marked as DO NOT BEND and FRAGILE clearly on both sides. And I came home to find both bent in half and crammed into my mailbox.
It’s a small-ish town, so the post office is small and if you go in to complain, you know the people in there. So I took the first one in, still bend completely in half, photos on my phone to complain and show. The nice lady seemed dismayed that it happened and said she would pass word along to the carriers.
And then this weekend, I got mail again, also marked as do not bend, bent completely in half and crammed in my mail box.
I am thinking it may be time to mount a stealthily video camera with a nice wide lens in there so it comes on when they open the box so I can see who the idiots are (or the idiot is if its the same person).
Or I could purposely order several things that I can track and make sure they arrive on a Saturday so I can be there, then when I hear them pull up I run out with video camera in hand and I make a spectical of them and make sure they know that the crazy man in watching.
Or I do neither and just bitch about my damned bent packages on Tumblr.