So, the boy and I decided to take a walk last night after dinner. It was nice. We strolled the neighborhood, chatting, laughing, and looking at each other fondly. It was not unlike a Valtrex commercial.
I stopped to take a photo. It took. I stopped to take a second photo. BEEP BEEP BEEP!
What?
Flick camera on and then off again.
BEEP BEEP BEEP! CARD NOT INITIALIZED!
Umm...who says? It just took a photo. It was fine thirty seconds ago!
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
I wanted to hurl it against the pavement and skip home singing.
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
I took it apart, took out the battery, took out the memory card, flicked it on, pressed buttons, everything...nothing.
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
Seriously...I wanted to scream. There were 204 photos on the card, and now it said there were ZERO. All of a sudden my camera got Alzheimer's and forgot that it knew my memory card, that they'd shared vacations and dinners and bike rides together. All gone.
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
So I put it in my pocket and grumped home. When I got there, I jammed it on my charger after rebooting MY computer, which had gotten stuck trying to go into sleep mode (it's newest charming trick). While I waited, I tried my other memory card.
Everything was fine. It remembered. It welcomed.
So I put the other one back in for fun.
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
Ugh. Really? At this point I wondered what was lost...when was the last time I uploaded? Weeks ago? Two? Three?
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
Finally my computer was back, so I jammed the camera on the charger again and told it to transfer photos. It transferred all 204 of them off the card. Then, I took it off the charger and turned it on.
Boop Boop Beep. Everything's fine.
WTF, camera?!
Let's hope it doesn't have a repeat performance tomorrow. Robb is home from work for an eye appointment and then we're going into the city to meet a friend for lunch.
Right now? It's off to finish the last 6 pages of Script Frenzy!
Out
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Int-r-voo...
Yup. I've got one today at 2:30.
That's all I've got for you today. Maybe I'll post some photos later of the pixel art I've been doing in my new graph paper notebook...it's mediocre, but it's fun!
Out
That's all I've got for you today. Maybe I'll post some photos later of the pixel art I've been doing in my new graph paper notebook...it's mediocre, but it's fun!
Out
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Family Ties...
Show me that smile,
Oh, show me that smile!
Okay...I'll stop singing, now that that song is stuck in your head.
What's this post about? Well, call it a companion piece to go with the strangers post. I just wanted to show you people from my life who have made an impact on me: My family.
Let's start way back when.
This is one of two photos I have of my grandpa (Sam), my biological father's dad:
As far as I know, he's still alive, although I hear he moved into a condo a few years ago, so I have no idea where he lives, and since I don't talk to my dad, I guess I'll never know.
I have no photos of my grandmother on my dad's side (Lorainne). She died when I was a teenager-ish. I also have no photos of my grandfather on my mother's side (Andy). He died when I was very, very young. My only memory of him is him sitting on a chair in my grandmother's house smiling at me. It may not even be a real memory, as I think she may have moved into that place after he died.
Speaking of her, this is the only photo I have of my grandmother (Bess), my mom's mom. We just called her Gramma Gramma:
We have about a million of these pads lying around the house, but Mom packed them away a few years back to preserve them. We used to draw moustaches and eyepatches on her. She died when I was about eleven or twelve, shortly after my sister was born.
This is the only photo I have of my dad, whom I don't talk to anymore (that's a long story for another day that, surprisingly, has nothing to do with me being gay):
Yup. I don't really have anything to say about him, except that he and my mom divorced when I was six, and we visited him regularly until we were old enough to only visit when we wanted, and then I stopped seeing him at all shortly after I started my senior year of college.
My mom got married to Duane a few years after her divorce. I think I was eight.
That's them.
My older brother Jake is currently in Iraq. He's due home for good in September.
I have tons of photos of him doing goofy shit. We're partners in crime when we go out. He and his wife live in Washington, but they've lived all over for Army stuff.
And my sister (who is really a half-sister, but we don't think of it like that), just rolled her car on Saturday. She's fine, but the car isn't.
She was...12 in this picture, I think. She's almost 17. She's grown up a lot, has braces and beautiful teeth now, long dark hair. She's a boy killer. I call her Chris, but she's been known by many names: Christy Jo, Crispy Jones, Christy, CJ, Turd, Christine, but NEVER, EVER Chrissy!
And that's my family.
Out
Oh, show me that smile!
Okay...I'll stop singing, now that that song is stuck in your head.
What's this post about? Well, call it a companion piece to go with the strangers post. I just wanted to show you people from my life who have made an impact on me: My family.
Let's start way back when.
This is one of two photos I have of my grandpa (Sam), my biological father's dad:
As far as I know, he's still alive, although I hear he moved into a condo a few years ago, so I have no idea where he lives, and since I don't talk to my dad, I guess I'll never know.
I have no photos of my grandmother on my dad's side (Lorainne). She died when I was a teenager-ish. I also have no photos of my grandfather on my mother's side (Andy). He died when I was very, very young. My only memory of him is him sitting on a chair in my grandmother's house smiling at me. It may not even be a real memory, as I think she may have moved into that place after he died.
Speaking of her, this is the only photo I have of my grandmother (Bess), my mom's mom. We just called her Gramma Gramma:
We have about a million of these pads lying around the house, but Mom packed them away a few years back to preserve them. We used to draw moustaches and eyepatches on her. She died when I was about eleven or twelve, shortly after my sister was born.
This is the only photo I have of my dad, whom I don't talk to anymore (that's a long story for another day that, surprisingly, has nothing to do with me being gay):
Yup. I don't really have anything to say about him, except that he and my mom divorced when I was six, and we visited him regularly until we were old enough to only visit when we wanted, and then I stopped seeing him at all shortly after I started my senior year of college.
My mom got married to Duane a few years after her divorce. I think I was eight.
That's them.
My older brother Jake is currently in Iraq. He's due home for good in September.
I have tons of photos of him doing goofy shit. We're partners in crime when we go out. He and his wife live in Washington, but they've lived all over for Army stuff.
And my sister (who is really a half-sister, but we don't think of it like that), just rolled her car on Saturday. She's fine, but the car isn't.
She was...12 in this picture, I think. She's almost 17. She's grown up a lot, has braces and beautiful teeth now, long dark hair. She's a boy killer. I call her Chris, but she's been known by many names: Christy Jo, Crispy Jones, Christy, CJ, Turd, Christine, but NEVER, EVER Chrissy!
And that's my family.
Out
Monday, April 26, 2010
Today...
Today I'm supposed to hear from the last place with whom I interviewed. Perhaps an update will be forthcoming. If anything, it will be a second interview. If nothing, well, I guess I'll keep looking. As of the 23rd, it has been two months since I was fired. I've been on five interviews, walked out of a job fair nearly in tears (and puke), been offered one job buy a creepy pervert, met with one career counselor, updated my resume six times, written ten different cover letters, applied for at least ten jobs, and been declined for one job.
It's been a busy two months. Why don't I have a job yet?
Yesterday I had a mini panic attack in bed. It was one of those oh-my-god-I-only-have-one-life-and-its-a-quarter-of-the-way-over-and-I-have-nothing-to-show-for-it moments. I was freaking out about death and wondering what it would be like if nothing happened after you died. What does it feel like to be dead? To not feel anything? To cease to exist? I can't comprehend it. The church had BETTER be right about all that God stuff, otherwise? Well, I guess it won't matter. I won't care. I'll be dead. But it's a sobering thought that keeps me awake and really, really warm.
Blah.
Please allow me to sing for you. Gray skies are gonna clear up! Put on a happy face!
Out
It's been a busy two months. Why don't I have a job yet?
Yesterday I had a mini panic attack in bed. It was one of those oh-my-god-I-only-have-one-life-and-its-a-quarter-of-the-way-over-and-I-have-nothing-to-show-for-it moments. I was freaking out about death and wondering what it would be like if nothing happened after you died. What does it feel like to be dead? To not feel anything? To cease to exist? I can't comprehend it. The church had BETTER be right about all that God stuff, otherwise? Well, I guess it won't matter. I won't care. I'll be dead. But it's a sobering thought that keeps me awake and really, really warm.
Blah.
Please allow me to sing for you. Gray skies are gonna clear up! Put on a happy face!
Out
Friday, April 23, 2010
Yesterday and Tomorrow...
I didn't expect yesterday's blog to garner as much attention as it did. Thanks, all! I just like sharing my random hobby.
I realized after I posted that I left out what could possibly be my favorite random person shot EVER.
Yup. I'm WAY proud of that one...
Whoever you are, random Asian lady, I apologize for catching you at that very amazing moment.
Moving on.
It is Friday, in case you haven't noticed. I am sitting at the computer in my old desk chair, since Robb's desk chair broke yesterday, toppling me backwards onto the floor with a scream. You should have been here. Except, I wasn't clothed...you know...since I don't dress until after I shower, and I don't normally shower right when I get up. So maybe you shouldn't have been here.
Anynaked, I'm sitting here in the squeaky orange chair that I got from God knows where (there's a matching one at my mom's house), and I'm dreading getting up, because I know I'll have to peel my ass off the seat. *riiiip*
No fun at all.
That's not where I was going with this! Argh! Now I've lost my train of thought and all you're concerned with is either getting rid of or holding on to the mental image of me toppling backwards out of a desk chair in my birthday suit.
It's the weekend. Enjoy it! Tonight we've got a friend's birthday party to attend, and I think tomorrow we're going to see Robb's little nephew in a tee ball game. So, fun!
Do something irrational. Take a stranger's photo. And then let me see it!
Out
I realized after I posted that I left out what could possibly be my favorite random person shot EVER.
Yup. I'm WAY proud of that one...
Whoever you are, random Asian lady, I apologize for catching you at that very amazing moment.
Moving on.
It is Friday, in case you haven't noticed. I am sitting at the computer in my old desk chair, since Robb's desk chair broke yesterday, toppling me backwards onto the floor with a scream. You should have been here. Except, I wasn't clothed...you know...since I don't dress until after I shower, and I don't normally shower right when I get up. So maybe you shouldn't have been here.
Anynaked, I'm sitting here in the squeaky orange chair that I got from God knows where (there's a matching one at my mom's house), and I'm dreading getting up, because I know I'll have to peel my ass off the seat. *riiiip*
No fun at all.
That's not where I was going with this! Argh! Now I've lost my train of thought and all you're concerned with is either getting rid of or holding on to the mental image of me toppling backwards out of a desk chair in my birthday suit.
It's the weekend. Enjoy it! Tonight we've got a friend's birthday party to attend, and I think tomorrow we're going to see Robb's little nephew in a tee ball game. So, fun!
Do something irrational. Take a stranger's photo. And then let me see it!
Out
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Strangers...
I have a confession to make:
I
take
photos
of
people
I
don't
know.
Strangers.
Without
their
permission!
I don't know why...
I
just
do.
Viewtiful_Justin...Out
I
take
photos
of
people
I
don't
know.
Strangers.
Without
their
permission!
I don't know why...
I
just
do.
Viewtiful_Justin...Out
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
It's That Time of the Month...
Yes. That time. Shut up. Guys have cycles, too, you know. Mine happens to fall right around the 20th. I get all depressed and don't want to do anything. I feel worthless. I don't feel like getting dressed or showering. And I start feeling like I have nothing to contribute to Xanga. Hence yesterdays post (in hindsight), and hence my feeling of being abandoned when it got one comment...
But ignore that, because I only feel that way once a month. And I know you all care. And I know you read. And I know Internet Video Tuesday isn't a hit around here...because who has 4 minutes to sit around watching a video they don't even care about?
This morning I had to peel myself out of bed.
And again, I feel like I have nothing to contribute. BUT!
I have some questions for anyone who lives in Illinois and filed a tax return: Have you gotten a check back yet? Did you file electronically? Did you do direct deposit?
Robb and I both sent in our forms. Mine is supposed to be direct deposit, and his is coming as a check. Neither of us have seen them yet, and we sent them waaaay back when. So...is that typical? Has no one received any money from IL because we're broke? Or is it just us?
Out
But ignore that, because I only feel that way once a month. And I know you all care. And I know you read. And I know Internet Video Tuesday isn't a hit around here...because who has 4 minutes to sit around watching a video they don't even care about?
This morning I had to peel myself out of bed.
And again, I feel like I have nothing to contribute. BUT!
I have some questions for anyone who lives in Illinois and filed a tax return: Have you gotten a check back yet? Did you file electronically? Did you do direct deposit?
Robb and I both sent in our forms. Mine is supposed to be direct deposit, and his is coming as a check. Neither of us have seen them yet, and we sent them waaaay back when. So...is that typical? Has no one received any money from IL because we're broke? Or is it just us?
Out
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