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Sometimes a dragonfly fails to break out of the larval skin, and gets stuck. The transformation process still goes on, but the insect can't function, so it usually dies.
DOVE FAIL!
All food bloggers agree: WHY THE HELL DOES DOVE HAVE MARTHA STEWART REPLACE THE LOVE LETTERS THAT WERE ON THE WRAPPERS BEFORE?
#FAIL #FAIL #FAIL
This was one of two large dogs that had to wait while the family consumed ice creams. I got the eyes out of line with the nose and there was no future for the sketch, S/he was quite a charmer.
If a company calls itself Mammoth—www.wearemammoth.com—I can't be too harsh on them for using custom scroll bars. I mean, they are admitting it upfront. Agreed they only say that they create the "execute beautiful web applications" and don't mention usability anywhere, but shoot me in the head for expecting them to know a thing or two about usability, or atleast testing on their own website.
I got to their website after hearing about one their products - www.getdonedone.com/. It took me less than 30 seconds to get frustrated when my mouse scroll doesn't work. Their website doesn't support mouse scroll!!??????
(For those who are wondering about details, I was using Safari on my Mac at the time)
Any guesses to whether I'll investing any time into trying out their products?
Hari Raya Natal udah semakin dekat, selain bahas tentang suka cita Natal, apalagi yang menarik buat dibahas kalo bukan tentang Christmas Fail. Yoi, emang yang namanya ngetawain ketololan orang-orang itu paling seru sih. Kaya kumpulan desain pernak-pernik Natal di artikel ini nih, cringe nya...
I've done a lot of portrait photography over the years, mostly families and weddings. The other day, I joked with a prospective client that there are three subjects hardest to photograph – kids, pets, and men in their early twenties. That's partly a joke, but genuinely, I've had the greatest struggle with getting young men to be comfortable in front of a camera. They never want to admit it, of course. Whereas most women are fairly transparent about their self-esteem, men often adopt a kind of blind hate for their reflection, unwilling to even fully admit it to themselves. In that early stage before they can grow a big beard to hide behind, they deal with that shapeless uneasiness by trying to pretend it doesn't exist.
We all want to be loved by as many people as possible – and unrealistically, some of us hope to be loved by everyone. What I've learned in my time as a semi-public figure, is that the depth of appreciation for my work can be equally matched by indifference. Recently, I made an off-hand comment that I wasn't a fan of a particular local restaurant. Absolutely nothing against them, of course. I've got no critical complaints for their food or ambience, the people who run it seem great, and I don't think they should do change anything on my account. But the owner saw what I said, and was upset, which made me feel bad. Realistically, though, there are perhaps forty restaurants in Annapolis County, and I only like to eat at four of them.
Life is hard when you want to be universally loved. It'll turn people off of being artists, going on dates, opening a business, or doing anything that involves earning outside approval. Some folks make it worse by wanting reasons. For example, when I fell in love with Susy (my wife), everything about her was perfect to me. Her mind, her body, the way she dressed, her genuine kindness – her personality in all expressions. Now technically, there are hundreds of other women that I didn't choose, just as there are hundreds who didn't choose me. Mutual disinterest. But even though I could dissect every attribute that didn't appeal to me – as some men do – I see no reason.
Last night, in the search for new music, I scrolled through dozens of different artists and came up empty. I'm sure that they all loved their work, put their heart into their lyrics and performing their songs. But I was unmoved. I believe it's critically important to realize that there's no real reason behind this. Instead of ranting about all the changes they could make to construct a perfectly tailored product to my tastes, I gently move on. If someone ever asks, I'll say: "No, I'm not a fan." By that same token, I'm not an enemy either. As an introvert, I've gotten used to finding new ways of explaining to people that we are a friendship that failed to take. Don't take it personally! We can still love each other in passing, and I hope we always will.
February 29, 2024
Delaps Cove, Nova Scotia
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Yesterday, I had no network connectivity @ work. Today, I had a HDD failure.
When I got in, my machine was totally locked up. I shrugged and proceeded to reboot the machine, and to my horror, saw that one of the drives had suffered total failure.
Luckily, most of my work was saved on another drive that didn't fail, so after getting a replacement drive (which involved short-circuiting the company policy on preferred vendors - but the alternative was getting no work done for at least 2 days), I managed to save most of my work.
I suppose with almost 20 years of using hdd's, the laws of averages dictate that a HDD failure happen to me sooner or later, but I had some urgent stuff to do, so it came at a bad time...
Inside of my Dell T7400 workstation, which has 2 x quad-core processors, 16 GB of RAM, and 2 x 1 TB drives (the failed one shown on the left)
So, my brother and I spent a good hour on attempting to capture the reflection of this dang daisy in this raindrop. As you can see.... not much came of it and this is the best we could do without a controlled environment.
Even with two engines, neither would start when we were ready to go. Good thing Greg's son thought to bang on one of the starters with a ladies shoe!
the precursor to this: www.flickr.com/photos/jmhouse/2308077126/
i pretty much kicked the metal bar with my shin and then took some chunks out of my hands on the ground. but it was worth it