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actually this is just a resting posture. It is amazing how long people can rest in this position!!
en realidad es solo una postura de descanso. Es increible cuanto tiempo pueden estar en esta posición y descansar!!
Actually going out there, experiencing the night rather than vaguely yearning as I had done for so long, made me happy as hell. There's no way the resulting photos can live up to that. But since I got rid of the cold afterwards with the help of some rum, I'm actually still pretty happy right now : P.
Actually, the title is a complete lie. It's a pot that my wife planted of cactus and succulents, but to my eye it looked like something you see when diving or snorkeling. The San Diego Botanical Garden has an "Undersea Succulent Garden", so my wife has one too, it's just on a smaller scale.
Strobist info: Lit with a YN560-II in a 24 inch softbox camera right at 3 o'clock for the main directional light, a YN560 in an identical softbox camera left at 9 o'clock for fill, and a handheld Strobie 130 in a Honl snoot to direct some light onto the center of the flower. All three strobes, in manual mode were triggered by a Yongnuo RF-603N radio trigger.
Other plants, flowers, fruit or thingys that I've photographed using strobes can be seen in my Strobe Lit Plant set. In the description for that set, I list resources that I've used to learn how to light with off camera flash, and the equipment that I use. www.flickr.com/photos/9422
If you like pictures of cactus and succulents, you might not hate my Cactus and Succulents set. That set can be seen here www.flickr.com/photos/9422878@N08/sets/72157633383093236/
I actually drove all the way to Springfield, Massachusetts to take this photo. After I concluded my historical visit to LEGO Group in Connecticut, I drove up to Massachusetts and attempted to find a good vantage point to get a photo of my Simpsons figures in front of a sign with "Springfield" on it. I drove around the city for almost two hours, before finally reaching a shopping center with this sign nearby on a median strip. I ran across a main road and set up the frame, and used an empty cookie tin (which was conveniently laying around) as a platform for the figures.
Enticing True Crime
The Resort Affair
There was the time we had gone for a long weekend at a famous upper-class Resort in Wales, which I am not allowed to actually give its’ name due to the circumstances described below:
It was our anniversary weekend, so I had borrowed my uncle's antique Rolls Royce to make it classy.
My wife Ginny deciding we should “arrive in style” had me wear my tan slacks, brown silk shirt, and tan tie.
While she wore her long satin skirt that fell in flowing tiers from her waist, a long-sleeved dark blue satin blouse with a high neckline. She put on a thin short gold necklace with a sapphire pendant, long gold double chain herringbone necklaces, gold mesh earrings, her thin diamond bracelet, and a sapphire and diamond cocktail ring.
She looked brilliant, knew how damn good she looked, which added to her whole demeanor a sort of sparkle.
I found it very hard to peel my eyes off her to concentrate on driving.
She would be attracting a lot of attention arriving looking like that, which was fine with me.
An indeed as I opened her door upon arrival and Ginny got out wearing dark sunglasses, her long hair flowing, the sun catching off her jewels, she looked every both like a movie star. And I must be her chauffeur/bodyguard for no way was someone who looked like me married to a vision like her.
Some celebrities were known to visit her once in a while.
As I was getting the bags out of the trunk a young man came off the porch and passed us. From the way lowered his sunglasses and eyed Ginny over I fully expected him to stop her for an autograph, especially when I saw the small notepad in a cargo pants pocket. Ginny, however, failed to notice the bloke as he passed.
After we unpacked, staying dressed as we were, Ginny and I explored the grounds.
After a drink in the bar, we went upstairs to dress up for dinner, planning on going out dancing afterward,
I wore my tux to match the elegant green satin evening gown Ginny had recently worn as a bridesmaid.
With the gown, she wore her set of emerald and rhinestones and had also attached a fancy rhinestone broach in the shape of a leaf pinned to the side of her gown.
We had gone for a walk in the park afterward, not returning to our rooms until 1:00 am.
We slept in late that Saturday.
Rising around 8:00 I dressed in my tweed suit and black turtleneck. Ginny, still feeling like dressing up also, put on her purple-colored high necked thin silk dress and the jewelry she had worn yesterday.
Her hair was now held back by the pair of 12 centimeters long, 8 centimeters wide twin silver clips set with chipped diamonds that I had gotten her as an anniversary/birthday gift. They were pretty expensive, but our friend Heather had footed me a killer deal on them.
She was very pleased with them, putting them in the first thing that morning whole still in nightdress to tease me.
Had an early tea in the restaurant and took in the sites around the resort, including walking the stone paths around some old ruins.
Then we headed back and again dressed up for a fancy anniversary dinner and slow dancing at the resort's club on Saturday night.
I was wearing my best suit and my fancy gold pilot's watch.
Ginny was elegantly wearing her floor-length black slinky tight silk gown with a long side slit, with a daringly low neckline. It had a pleated tie behind satin sash, to the side of which she had me attach the long leaf-shaped Brooch from the green satin gown( though I had already taken it off and put it in my pocket the night before - long story)
She also wore out that evening the expensive pearls that had been in her family for years. She rarely wears them because of their value, though we do have them insured. The set consisted of a long 3 strand necklace with a matching bracelet and diamond and pearl earrings.
Her hair was still held back by the pair of diamond clips she had been wearing all day.
She wore a diamond and pearl cocktail ring on her right index finger, a small black pearl ring on her right pinkie, and her flashy wedding rings on the other hand.
We had had a brilliant time that night, again ending it with a long late-night stroll in the park.
Sunday morning at 2:00 found us both finally turning in and planning on sleeping in until just before checking out.
That is until the call came, at 6 am from a gentleman saying he was calling from the front desk told me he needed to talk to me, he would be in a room off the lobby. I quickly dressed and headed down.
No one was there, sleepily I looked around, then decided to wait ten minutes or so. I had just decided it had been a prank when a police car pulled up and two officers headed inside
As they got in the elevators the assistant female manager came to me and said I was needed at my suite by my wife
I got there and found the door open, the police and two other men inside talking to a chap in a maintenance uniform, wearing handcuffs.
My wife, still in her long gold satin nightgown, over which she had on her black satin robe came running into my arms, quivering.
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There was a pair of thieves working area resorts and hotels that spring and summer. They had selected our resort for their next job, one took a room and the other had hung around and scoped out the premises and its evening haunts, selecting and noting female prospects who appeared to require being trimmed of their jewels.
Ginny had made it onto that dubious list.
Now, Instead of breaking into their victim’s unoccupied rooms/suites and wasting precious time searching for their valuables. They preferred the victim to be there alone and vulnerable. They would scare her enough to compliantly collect and personally hand over all her jewels and other small valuables.
This not only proved to be a more effective method of missing less of what they were after from the victims but also save precious time to make a clean getaway
Based on an informant’s tip, the police had had the resort under surveillance, even managed to bug the room the thieves booked.
(We both found it chilling to know we were being discussed as one of their potential victims in that room. Very curious over what was said about us, what had been the deciding factor that had made them finally select us over anyone else? But the police refused our request to listen to the tapes)
But what we did learn was that apparently, it had been a slow weekend with no really rich client's, so rather than leaving empty-handed, the thieves had decided while at the club on Saturday night that my wife's family pearls, her rings and chipped diamond hair clips would make dandy consolation prizes.
With that in mind, the thief had knocked at the door announcing “maintenance”, less than a minute after I had gotten in the elevator. Thinking I had forgotten my key, Ginny opened the door as far as the security chain. Looking out, hand holding closed her robe, her diamond engagement ring visible as it sparkled, she saw a stranger in a greasy uniform standing in the hallway.
He was holding a tool kit, gloves on his hands, and a dirty cap with the word maintenance, He had his card out and told her urgently that her husband had sent him, that there may be a dangerous carbon monoxide leak in the room. Without a clear head, but feeling safe since he had mentioned me, she let him in. The rest was a blur it happened so fast...
As soon as he was inside he roughly grabbed her wrist and pushed her up against the wall, his eyes blazing. Told her not to panic, but she was being robbed and he looked down at the rings on her fingers and right off demanded them. She pulled all three off and handed them over.
“Now, into your bedroom for the good stuff!”
As she obediently turned she felt a chill as he warned her that they had seen her out last night, and took notes on what she wore...
“So no holding back anything lady !”
She went into our room with him on her heels.
“Now get your jewelry case lady.”
She retrieved her traveling jewel case from the bedside drawer and turned to hand it over. He was right behind her looking in the open drawer as she had been bent over.
“Wallet and purse also lady,” said snatching the full jewellery case from her hand and looked eagerly inside at the shimmery contents.
Ginny bent back down and pulled out her silver lamee' clutch and tan leather calfskin wallet from the drawer then handed out with trembling fingers.
He had placed the case with her jewellery in his tool kit and grabbing her purse and a fat wallet threw them on top.
He looked at Ginny and snapped...
“What else have you got lady!?”
She jumped at his mean words and her eyes involuntarily darted, looking behind him.
He whipped around and saw the dressing vanity. The mirror clearly reflecting the pearls and diamonds she had been wearing out last night laying there, along with my gold watch and black onyx cufflinks.
He whistled, walking over and scooped up my stuff, then her expensive pearls and the glittery diamond hair clips off from the vanity, eagerly pocketing the lot.
He checked the drawers, pulling out a small black satin satchel, and with curiosity, fingered it before putting it in his pocket.
It contained nothing of value, just some packets of bath beads that had probably felt like more pearls.
He turned and looked back at Ginny and then letting his eyes sweep the rest of our bedroom looking for anything else small and valuable.
He spotted her black silk gown and its sash hanging from the bathroom door and said
“I’ll be having that also...”
Ginny looked, thought he was demanding her dress, but saw he was indicating the leaf-shaped rhinestone brooch still attached to it.
She went over and removed the sash with fumbling fingers as he opened the closet and quickly felt through her clothes, then satisfied, turned and snatched the sash and its broach from her fingers stuffing it inside the tool kit.
His eyes quickly then checked her over, even had Ginny pull back her long ginger hair to check her ears, then growled as he saw Ginny’s sparkling 1/2 diamond stud earring she always wore, had honestly even forgotten it was in. And if course it was a real diamond and the thief would have wanted it from her.
“ I said no holding back bitch!”
He spits as she quickly reached up and began to work it out, she caught herself almost apologizing for forgetting. Once it was free, she placed it in his open palm. It sat there glittering faintly on the palm of his dirty leather glove. A true diamond in the rough.
He again snapped at her abruptly hoping this would again throw her off guard “Any more like this at home here, no lies now!” and mute with horror, she thought for a few seconds before tremblingly shaking her head no, not wishing to incur the thief's wrath. This time he believed the look in Ginny’s eyes.
“Now lock yourself in the bathroom pretty lady”
He demanded and she did do, as he unkindly smacked her on her rear, locking herself in without turning on the lights.
He left the suite but got no further than inside the fire escape before the waiting detectives jumped and arrested him. Another pair were in the room they had booked, holding his partner
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At their trial, we learned that they had not been lying about keeping meticulous notes on the ladies they were tailing. What they were wearing, who they were with, where they went, and other particulars.
I also recognized the second thief, the one that had phone-called me away from our room, as the man that was ogling my wife asked arrived, the one I thought was going to ask for Ginny’s autograph.
Though we were denied a listen to the tapes, some of the transcripts were read in court.
Including the conversation the two had had which first took Ginny from the thief’s radar to their list of possible targets.
It was a chance occurrence that happened around 8:00 Saturday morning. We had just gotten up and Ginny, still. In her long gold nightgown, had wanted an extra cloth from the maid, whose cart we had heard in the hall. She put on her long black satin robe, pulled back her messy hair, and put in the diamond clips which were handiest, then went out to the hallway.
One of the thieves had been talking to the maid, trying to get a peek into the room she was cleaning, and was walking away when Ginny came out. He turned and looked and at the same time, the morning sun hit the clips making them sparkle with dazzling fire, looking much more valuable to him. And the “sexy way the girl was dressed” made him take note of our room number.
Here is some of what was said...
Dobie and Sammie
Double knock on the door followed by a single
Bed creaking, door opening, and closing.
“Dob, Add room 113 to the list.”
“Why, see something?”
“Yeah, same sexy dame I saw by the rolls yesterday is staying there.”
“We don’t need sexy, what was she wearing Necklace, rings, gems ?”
Didn’t look like much yesterday, with a gem at her throat flashy ring, and sparklers around her wrist. But Just saw her again this morning with some very nice sparklers in her hair.”
“No other jewellery?”
“Diamond on her finger, and in her one ear Nothing else, only dressed in some nice shiny morning togs wasn’t she now?”
“A few sparklers and some showy clothes dozen get us much What a shit of a weekend this is, nothing really here. Where are all the bloody rich ones staying this weekend, not here that's for sure?!” “
“I know, only two on the list now as it is, and neither one really worth the job. Hopefully a few more show up today, all we need is one really rich bird to pluck.”
Apparently, no other wealthy guests showed up that day. That evening all of their targets, including newly listed Ginny, were followed and given a final look over.
Back in their room that evening the two thieves, after much deliberation, and with time running out, decided on the pearls and diamonds the cute broad in suite 113 was wearing out would lead them to the fattest haul.
Fini
I actually got the boy to pose for me. Mostly because I was super frustrated trying to get a focused shot of me. So I gave up and asked him to pose for me. I really love this picture! Although he was complaining because he says his arms are super hairy in this. Well sorry to tell ya babe, your arms are hairy. I don't think the camera adds more hair like it adds 10 pounds. Yeah I definately fought with my 50 to get this shot, a lot of huffing and puffing to get it to kind of work, but alas it gave in.
So I cannot tell you how excited I am that tomorrow is Friday! It means the weekend is upon us and I will no longer be so broke. Also I don't have to be at my aunt's until 8, so I kind of get to sleep in. Thank goodness.
Actually, it's not a river; it is a channel off of the Willamette River in Lane County, Oregon USA.(DSCN0587reflectionsfrombothsidesofriverinitflickr022616)
A true cosmopolitan, the Painted Lady actually spends winter in the north of Africa and summer in the north of Europe, e.g. Sweden! Each generation migrates around 1000 kilometres when they go north. They start when the north of Africa gets too hot in april, and fly through Europe. They fly at different heights from the ground, up to more than 1000 meters, in search for favourable winds. And after the summer in the north of Europe they migrate back to the north of Africa! The wings of this butterfly are intact and then it has hatched nearby - if they are broken at the edge, on the other hand, the butterfly has flown far.
One of the 140 butterfly species that appear in the Nordic countries. Latin: Vanessa cardui. Swedish: Tistelfjäril.
The Painted Lady has a migratory behaviour also in the United States.
Confession : I actually took this photo back in February, but I never got to use it in my 52-weeks since I had lots of photos to choose from back then. Now that I'm falling behind, I figured I might as well upload it.
I haven't had that much time to shoot lately. It's almost the end of the semester so I've been spending most of my time checking and finishing up grades for my classes. I can't wait for summer break!
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When the National Geographic magazine advertised their special offer for yearly subscription (which in EU ordinarily costs about three to four times as much as in US and Canada, by the way), they also offered a digital camera with exclusive NG logo on it, "that you can always carry with you and never again miss that decisive photo opportunity" (or something in this style - unfortunately I didn't keep that advertisement).
There was also a photo of the camera - quite alike the upper left one here.
Shiny, isn't it? In front at least.
But don't be fooled - apart from the screws, no metal on it whatsoever (except those toxic heavy metals in its circuitry, that is).
So I thought: "Neat, I can give it to the kids and I won't need to worry about my trusty ol'e Canon A700, when they go on school trips and such". (BTW: the little A700 survived quite severe punishments in the past - not just from the kids, but I dropped it twice or thrice from over a metre height as well. So the casing is all scratched, bumpy and dented now, but it's still working perfectly, and I'm really fond of it - esp. when my heavy and bulky SLR is too impractical to use.)
Needless to say, I haven't expected much from this new NG gift-cam. Nevertheless, it turned out that NG forgot to mention a few features that would take the proverb "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth" to a whole new level.
Namely:
* Full VGA resolution of 640x480!
Yes, that's whole 300 kilo pixels people!
(Most phone-cams(!) sport ten times as much or more these days.)
* No button clutter! Actually there are just two buttons that let you use all the features.
Talk about user-friendly!
(On/Menu button and Shutter/Select button. Need I say more?)
* Single aperture. We don't wanna get too techie with you, dear user. One f-stop should be aplenty for every possible light - if not, check the manual.
(BTW: my pre-WW II Bilora sports two different apertures.)
* AVI video capture!
(Well ... no. Not really. It just says so in the manual.
Actually it takes a series of shots in QVGA res [320x240] with up to breathtaking five frames per second - most pocket p&s cams take VGA or more at 30 FPS. These photos then get converted to AVI format, when downloaded to a PC. No sound, of course.)
* Works as a web cam! In full VGA or QVGA resolution!
In VGA with jaw-dropping two frames per second, and QVGA no less than five FPS!
(Albeit with a terrible lag.
Probably web cam was what the sensor and lens were designed for in the first place - some 20 years ago, when ISPs couldn't provide you with a higher bandwidth anyway.)
* Fixed plastic lens. No focusing ever required!
Everything from 30cm (1') to infinity is as sharp as ... err ... as ... well, a large squishy ball of goo comes to mind.
(See the photo in the comment below.)
* Amazing optical viewfinder!
It covers virtually the whole view field of the sensor with almost no parallax shift (give or take 30% FoV) - including fancy kaleidoscope distortions around all four edges.
* No LCD for previews or as viewfinder substitute required. The LCD you can see on the back shows only number of remaining photos and seven (7!) "icons" for those advanced functions
(see the manual above about what those are.
Yes, the whole manual consists of one sheet of folded paper. Eight pagelets - including software installation and manual.)
* No memory card required! Everything is stored in internal memory - the whole whopping 25 photos in stunning 640x480 hi-res with low compression! Or even 274 photos in 320x240 with high compression!
(No I didn't even try using the latter. Of course the memory isn't flash, thus all photos are deleted when batteries are depleted or removed.)
* Beep function!
(The same beep when you either take a photo or chose a menu option - sounds just like the beeps on junk digital watches.)
* A small red LED in front!
Blinks when photo is taken.
(I haven't noticed any use for this whatsoever. Nor does the manual mention it.
But it's there.)
* Cheap, flimsy "Chinese" plastic - you'll never have to feel sorry when it gets scratched or something breaks off.
Look at that battery cover go, baby!
(I only plugged the USB cable in it twice and it felt like the whole thing would come apart if I do it just a few times more.)
* Powered by three AAA batteries!
Not included of course.
(Huh? WTF? My A700 takes two AA batteries, which last practically forever - way over 1000 photos anyway. Now why would I want to waste three perfectly good batteries for this? To up the whole amount of heavy metals when I dump it?)
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Which brings me to the question what to do with this piece of junk in the first place.
I can't even throw it in the trash can, since it's toxic waste.
Not to mention the COMPLETE WASTE of my precious time!
And that from the magazine, famous primarily for its photos and photographers?
Magazine, that almost any serious photographer would give a pinky finger to see hir photo on its cover?
Magazine, that require photos 1600 pixel wide (minimum) to upload on their web site, just to be considered for the "Your photo" section?
Magazine that (in its last issue) frowns upon Chinese use of natural resources and (in every issue) condemns dumping toxic waste in the environment?
Oh, and last but not least joke on subscriber's account:
It comes with limited 90 days warranty.
"NG will at it's option repair or replace it with identical or a camera of equivalent value" (which equals to ZERO in my humble opinion), but you have to "prepay all shipping charges, customs, taxes etc. when returning it ro WMG HKG Limited, Hong Kong" (and nowhere else!) for any warranty reason.
Now, why would I want to pay tens of Euros of postage to have this thing replaced with an equivalent piece of trash?
(Not to mention that the warranty actually EXPIRED during the four months(!) the delivery took - see the postage stamp.)
I just wonder how much the local waste-management facility will charge me to dump it there.
Shame on you NG!
***UPDATE*** Beth has a clearly defined vision, and its actually coming together now... a room with some serious chops! This one adds even more beauty.
Alright y'all. I'm giving major props to my bud Josh (who owns an amazing Usonian house) for saving this beauty. I brought this one back to life with thunder cat grey woven upholstery that I dialed up lean and mean. Thin to win!!! (Thanks, Josh!)
Actually, there was a pair of hawks! One had made a kill and the other wanted to steal it. They are really bold in the neighborhood, even hard to scare away.
21 December 2015
Indiana
Actually I'm really beginning to love my carpet - A fairly lurid colour in truly TERRIBLE condition, but it's a great background for pretty much anything.
Actually, I just got her today as a Christmas present. But she hasn't had any pictures. Shes a bad influence.
This photo is a joint effort for sure! I had the idea, and Novak (N0vk) took the picture with my direction (and his suggestions). Then he taught me a lot about photoshop as we edited the photo together. I thought it was a fun picture project!
Actually preserved, but looking the part coupled to an engineers' crane, 31108 stands in the yard at Eastleigh works the day before the 2009 open day.
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actually it is my ooak jasmine ahha...i'd like to call it royal sparkles, I have gone overboard using starry sparkles for this one photo...I gave her different brows,green eye shadow and a smile.
I tried on different wigs for the last of my photo shoot Dec. 4th., to see how I would have looked. This is my dark red long one.
Note the hint of pink nylon slip!
Replicating the scene out of the brilliant movie Love, Actually, in which a young Andrew Lincoln serenades an equally young Keira Knightley with giant cue cards. In this case I have used insults from a couple of Shakespeare's plays as the messages, although they are very unlikely to woo the fair hand of the damsel.
We're Here looks at I believe in holidays & other calendrical observances.
Actually more than that--I want to be perceived as being a woman.
Perhaps there is a subtle distinction there, but the difference is between what is impossible and what is actually achievable
I actually made this card on Saturday, but it looked a bit different. I was going along like gang busters, very happy with my manly little card, yuckin' it up with Gigi, and before I knew it, there were bright orange flowers where the stars are now.
Well!
I had to work all day and all night Sunday, so I couldn't fix it until tonight. I can't say that I like what I'm seeing as much as I liked the original version - this thing is screaming for my bright orange flowers, I think!
SUPPLIES:
Basic Gray paper; Tim Holtz Gungeboard flourish and stars; Making Memories rim, brads, and circle thingies; Heidi Swapp gems; Junkitz buttons; INKS: VersaFine, ColorBox, and Ranger Distress; embroidery floss
Actually went out too shoot today during golden hour. Unfortunately we got there too late so we didnt have that much time to shoot.
Comments, notes, and favs appreciated!
"Moon" - my own personal name for this yet-unnamed character, looks youthful but is actually much older than she looks. She's "Sun's" twin, and also her calmer, more creative counterpart. She is the brain behind the steam-powered inventions that run in a world forced to rely on it for power.
Moon is a Fairyland Minifee Mirwen Sleeping
Actually the camera has been operated by a friend of mine, 'cause in this case it's a KW Pilot Super 6x6 slr (produced between the 30s and the 40s) and doesn't have a self-timer...
Ilford HP5+ @ 800 in Rodinal, one of my favourite B&W combinations...
Actually a dock on the Cape Fear River. Carolina Beach State Park
Directions: Carolina Beach State Park - Drive into park and stay straight all the way to end of road at the marina parking lot. This dock is only a few feet from the parking lot.
actually this stair is one of my faves from the stairs designed during the 50's. in berlin. much better from looking down as from looking up (as we see). more images from this stair will follow.
guesswhereberlin by artie.
(Actually Miša, but she isn't that particular about spelling. :) )
With Lili gone, our home was acutely lacking something, so we decided we just can't any further postpone adopting a new family member. She's five months old pure bitsa (bits o' this an' bits o' that). In other words, she's totally unique.
Perhaps some traces of poodle (some strangely semi-curly fur) and terrier genes (front paws jutting sideways, plus she is fast and full of energy) - and quite a few other breeds in there. Almost surely some sort of greyhound or whippet too.
Her mother and the litter of seven were found abandoned in an empty house. Owners moved out and left their dog - with her few-days-old pups - without notifying anybody.
Actually, this is a shot of one of the cars from the Connecticut Valley line which belongs to the Connecticut Railroad Company.
Located in Essex, CT, the company owns numerous 19th century and early 20th century trains. The trains aren't fully restored, but just enough to provide a nice old-fashioned bumpy and breezy open-window ride on 12 miles of track.
Actually, I think that this year's Winter Solstice was yesterday. But, following another day of heavy fog this was such an unusual, yet beautiful sunset.
Actually she looks quite awake here... and a little insolent! :D Like
she might just stomp one of those little feet to get her way!
Mohair SSE (my first ever mohair re-root, done a couple of months ago)
in TheFuture and Atelier Matin glasses.
Stranded in ghetto ass Washington DC.
Thanks US Airways. You suck.
Actually you rock, because the Babestar and I made the best of it.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate stupid people with no common sense?
Or rude people?
Or ignorant people?
Or lazy people?
I think a combination of these 4 attributes actually make up a majority of the US Airways staff. I am never flying with that moronic airline again.
So I had 2 layovers on the way from Philly to California on this given day. My first layover was in Washington DC. The plane arrived 20 minutes late to its given destination. I still had 30 minutes to catch the next flight, which was a 4-minute walk.
I get down to my gate and US Airways asshole #1 doesn’t let me on the plane. I’m staring at the plane out the window. It hasn’t pulled away. THEIR plane was the one that was late. I have a kid with me. I need to get home. She tells me to re-book.
Still thinking I can get on the plane I go over to “Special Services” to see US Airways asshole #2. This lady just mumbled and bumbled and spoke under her breath all these utterances, she made no sense. I felt like I was in an episode of the Twilight Zone with the plane sitting right there.
Eventually I said “Can I speak to someone else I can’t understand a WORD you are saying”.
This got me nowhere. I actually sat there and watched the plane take off getting no answers on what the fuck was going on.
About 2 hours later I was sent downstairs to speak to US Airways asshole #3. This lady actually told me she had no explanation why they didn’t let me on the plane. Had no idea where my luggage was, booked me on a flight the next day, and would put my kid and me up in a hotel for their fuckup.
Does this make any sense to anyone?
Anyway we made the best of it and TRASHED the hotel room. Pillow fights and jumping on the bed never was so much fun.
Oh yeah by the way . . .
Winner: Babestar, 10:25pm knockout.
Taken June 23rd, 2009
Posted June 25th, 2009
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