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„Seniler Bettflucht geschuldet“ 😆 (Staeble-Kata 45mm ƒ/2.8, experimenteller Weichzeichner)
What douchebag, apart from me, gets weird ideas at 6 a.m. on a Friday the 13th?
Please report...! 😎
Welcher Depp, außer mir, kommt an einem Freitag dem 13. um 6h morgens auf schräge Ideen?
Bitte melden...! 😎
DSF5301
Late afternoon under a bright November light, the rock formations at Meteora, Thessaly, Greece.
Yes, I went to Greece again, for some reason I'm drawn back there again and again, but this time there was some resistance at immigration, they were actually counting the days I spent in the Schengen zone in the past 12 months, analyzing each stamp, apparently the douchebag at Frankfurt airport never stamped me out of Europe in May, and now they wanted proof that I spent less than 3 months in Europe, of course I was not nearly at that limit, phff, I will enter again in January I wonder if this will again be a headache.
Why does an American spending his good money get more scrutiny than a potential terrorist, oh, sorry. "migrant", from the middle east they're letting in without a visa???
Amsterdam - Marnixstraat
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Close to the 3 YEAR mark! We stand above the SL morons and lunatics and lead the life we live - Together.
Ohh and to a certain snoopy douchebag, why do you keep mimicking my photo concepts...? We all know you aren't creative but it's so obvious by now it's not even funny... Get a life!
Oregon’s tallest peak, Mt. Hood, on a summer morning deep into the northern backcountry on a backpacking trip. I have a special bond with this mountain, as I grew up near it and spent all of my younger years snowboarding there. That said, there were two instances that this mountain really fucked me over.
One time in 7th grade I went up snowboarding with my dad on a crisp blue-bird day. My pops insisted that I put sunscreen on my face, especially because the “bright sunlight will even burn you from underneath” since it reflects off of the snow. Being a douchebag 7th grader, I was WAY too cool to put on sunscreen. But since my dad insisted, I put a dab of sunscreen on my hands, rub them together, then made the laziest swipe on each side of my face. Long story short, going to school the next day was nothing but jokes at my expense because I was sun burned on my entire face… except for two perfect handprints on each cheek.
The other time Mt. Hood screwed me over was when I literally busted my ass grinding a rail. Seriously, my ass was actually broken. But I’ll tell that story another time if anyone wants to hear it.
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Paper mill ruin on the Black River, just outside Watertown, N.Y.
I had photographed this piece of New York’s industrial heritage a few times before, inside and out. Subsequently, douchebags toting spray paint saw fit to update its 19th century looks with the standard colorful dongs and mindless tags that mar the modern landscape.
Hence the black and white treatment in this photo.
At least they were smart enough to not try to deface the outer wall -- the Black River runs swiftly here and could kill a careless vandal.
They took the easy route and marked up the turbine area, intake gates, and outflow chutes.
Mr. Linz was actually the coolest teacher I ever had. And I actually remember the personality (but not ANY of the names) of everyone of these faces (except the ones who's mouths you can't see). If I recall correctly (which is very difficult), I did not like the girl in the front row. She's not even highlighted in my yearbook, which would mean either I didn't know her or she's so completely dead to me that I didn't want to remember konwing her. I am reminded of an anecdote in 8th grade where we had a survey that asked who your idols are. The girl I was forcefully partnered with had to go ask her friends who her idols were. Ugh. Such conformist superficiality and lack of real personality or self-identity. But I might be confusing her with someone else; I might be being a douchebag right now. Oh well -- it's MY turn to gossip now. If I'm wrong, please correct me Jennifer. :)
MOUSE OVER FOR NOTES -- I ADDED MANY
Clint, Mr. Lens's physics class, preps.
funny face.
Woodbridge Senior High School, Woodbridge, Virginia.
1991.
... Read my blog at ClintJCL.wordpress.com
Why. 200,000 MOCs was supposed to be a momentous occasion, not snagged by some halo kiddie. Why, MOCpages, why?
The kid should at least delete this multicolorful rainbow of crap and replace it with some sort of cool celebration thing.
Satan's first day at work. First impressions are a bitch. The girls ask each other, "Who's the douche bag with the pitchfork actin' like he thinks he's all hot and whatnot?"
*This Picnik re-edit was a bitch.5!!!
©2007 ilovecoffeeyesido
One of the must do's in the American southwest, sunrise at Mesa Arch, about 50 other tripods had the same idea that morning, which is normal, thankfully it was a mostly cordial experience, the douchebag count was very low, despite being a sunday morning on a holiday weekend.
Four of Chicago Short Line's well-kept EMDs takes a Saturday off, staying nice and warm and dry indoors on a dreary March morning. This was taken during an authorized tour of the shops during a fun South Side daytrip in the company of Ryan Schoenfeldt. I really miss that guy.
*Taken on Private Property with Railroad Permission*
Once upon a time, a long long time ago, an avatar named Sanura Sakai decided that she needed a store, with which to sell the collars she created. She looked high and she looked low, to find the perfect place: one that reflected her own sense of quirky style, a place that might welcome somebody with an appreciation for the utterly rediculous. That place was the Hotel Dare.
Paying the first month's rent (I think it was 1000l, which seemed a huge, huge amount at the time) for the lovely little plot, she had found the first real, proper home for the Sanu store. When the Hotel Dare moved, she moved with it - and needless to say, she was thrilled to be offered a free store there. Her product line expanded, no longer presenting just collars and chokers, but also sexually suggestive interactive food, novelty items, monocles and more. When the Hotel Dare went up in primmy flames, she came and tossed a few legos at it to be a part of that wonderful, epic destruction. As a result, she, to this very day, associates her Block-shooter product with the Hotel Dare. It is for that reason that she presents it as her product for consideration of a place at Hotel Dare now!
Ok, now for a switch to first person (since I'm starting to feel slightly pompous talking about myself in the third).
Why do I want to be a part of the Hotel Dare? Perhaps not for the family (since it really is more of a cult, so I've heard!), but because it is a fantastic collective of creative, awe-inspiring artists and designers who produce some of the most unique and inspired work in Second Life. How can I not want to be a part of that? It may sound like gratuitous ass-kissing, but it is true: the Hotel Dare is the virtual playground of some people whose art I admire both in this user-led virtual creative community, and from the work they produce in the 'real' world - especially when the two cross over and collide. A centre of artistic innovation and generally quirky awesomeness, the Hotel Dare is something I can't help wanting to be a part of.
Now for the bribery part (Wheee! Wu-tang FTW!). Since soon after my store opened, I have been offering freebies and dollarbies back to the Second Life community. Having started out as a tragic noob like everybody else, with a teensie amount of lindens to call my own (generally from camping), I know well the value of low-priced items for those who cannot afford it - especially those who cannot afford to put real life money into the game, but lack the appearance to be able to find a suitable Second Life job to generate linden-based income. And its not just for those who can't afford more, though that is one reason.
I have accepted so many wonderful, quality freebies during my time in Second Life, that it has just always made sense to give back. Just doing a search on the Freestyle blog ( slfreestyle.blogspot.com/search?q=sanu&submit=Search links you straight in!) is enough to show that I regularly (and I think generously) offer back dozens upon dozens of quality items to the Second Life community. When it comes to the 'quests' I hold, I try to go above and beyond the type of 'hunts' offered in other places - to make them something which can be enjoyed not just for the prizes, but in their own right, as an experience. My quests are not hunts, so much as they're interactive stories which just happen to also offer prizes for those who complete them (there is one on at the store right now, if you are curious to try it). I go the extra mile for my customers (or anyone, really, so long as they're not being a douchebag) when I can: this isn't just a game or a business to me... making other people smile when they might need it is just as fulfilling (again, trying not to sound gratuitously suck-uppy... but its true).
Alrighty - I think that is probably enough of the babbling - you should be sick of reading by this point! Long story short: Me + Hotel Dare = Win. Or something like that. Let me have a store, puh-lease? *grin*
i worry that my husband will come to his senses and realize i am douchebag and leave me.
TOTW - insecurities
The Vent - Compalicious
107/365
*explored*
And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin' wrong
You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast
Let's have a toast for the douchebags,
Let's have a toast for the assholes,
Let's have a toast for the scumbags,
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast for the jerkoffs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away as fast as you can - Silverstein
Robert (Robbie) Lisby
Married to Tate Lisby.
Former MARC GP40WH-2 56 has been growing funk and getting picked apart by both nature and douchebag vandals for several years of storage since being retired.
Stored along the Columbia and Reading, scuttlebutt has this old Illinois Central GP40 about to depart for a better place.
We shall see where it and the other 3 of these things stored here wind up. The "experts" on the web are positive that it will rebuilt for a shortline in Virginia. Or rebuilt for MBTA. Or rebuilt for MARC. Or whatever else some foamer dreams up and puts out there as "fact".
We shall see what really happens.
An EJ&E Long West rattles the Geneva Subdivision in West Chicago on a daylight run home to Joliet in 2005. Any talk about a CN takeover was years away at this point. This is how I prefer to remember West Chicago.
CP 182 hits the crossover at Tower A20 in Northbrook with a pair of CP Rail SD40-2Fs with Bensenville-bound intermodal traffic from the Great White North.
1/24/2008
A true NAFTA consist-Union Pacific, Ferromex, and Canadian Pacific motive power rolls west on a cold afternoon along the Geneva Subdivision back in 2007.
A former Chicago and North Western SD40-2 leads the way as the powder gets kicked up at Flagg.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Yep, putting a quarter in the douchebag jar. But I just couldn't help it, Frost wrote a mean poem in his day.
There were children at this park and I was all covered in nail polish lookin like a champ :| Also it's a good thing I wore pants because otherwise my legs would've actually looked like this; DAMN THORNS WERE ALL UP IN MY GOODIES.
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Have I ever told you what the definition of insanity is? Insanity is doing the exact... same thing... over and over again expecting... shit to change... That. Is. Crazy. The first time somebody told me that, I dunno, I thought they were bullshitting and making fun of me, so I stabbed him. But the thing is... It wasn't until after he hit the ground did I realize that he was right. And then I started seeing, everywhere I looked, everywhere I looked there were all these douchebags, everywhere I looked, doing the exact same thing... over and over and over and over again thinking "this time is gonna be different" no, no, no wait... THIS TIME is gonna be different. As I was halfway through that thought realizing how right he was, he struggled to say something to me after I had already killed him. so I grabbed his body and told him to speak up. He told me to take this mask off and kill him like a real man. I laughed so hard and said to him "A mask hides the face the frees the soul. A mask may appear to be hiding the person but it shows the truth in real character" But the thing is... Alright, the thing is I killed him once already... and it's not like I am fucking insane. It's okay though... It's just like water under the bridge... Did I ever tell you what the definition of insanity is?
is what some douchebag mockingly said to me as I was shooting this.
Shut up and let me do my thing, fool!
Check out my "Getting Frustrated with my camera choices" post at Paper Cameras.
The Camera Project: Yashica FX3 Kodak Portra 160NC
Illinois Central's business train blasts off from Homewood with a football special for the University of Illinois in Champaign.
The mis-matched days of the Canadian National regime would soon put an end to this type of classiness on the Chicago Subdivision.
Peck Moss own the entire block of Bowery between 5th and 6th Street. But they fought the neighbors to build their outdoor bar (and grand entrance) amidst three tenement buildings. It is 19 inches from this bedroom window. And now guests get to look at a clothesline full of underwear.
Former MARC GP40WH-2 56 has been growing funk and getting picked apart by both nature and douchebag vandals for several years of storage since being retired.
Stored along the Columbia and Reading, scuttlebutt has this old Illinois Central GP40 about to depart for a better place.
We shall see where it and the other 3 of these things stored here wind up. The "experts" on the web are positive that it will rebuilt for a shortline in Virginia. Or rebuilt for MBTA. Or rebuilt for MARC. Or whatever else some foamer dreams up and puts out there as "fact".
We shall see what really happens.
The Chicago Subdivision local pulls westward behind a BN/SF combo as an inbound scoot stops at the Stone Avenue depot on a chilly morning on 12/9/2005.
A freshly-delivered Union Pacific SD70ACe rolls past the now closed and torn down 21st Street tower in Chicago with a nice old position light dwarf signal (now also gone) back in 2006.
Day 199 of 365: Here's a math quiz for y'all:
In a completely hypothetical election involving 52 people, 70% of non-unionized voters vote for candidate A, and 94% of unionized voters vote for candidate B. Calculate the confidence interval for union membership being a statistically significant predictor.
TOTW: 10 commandments. This goes out to everybody violating the most important commandment: thou shalt not be a douchebag.
A westbound intermodal on BNSF's Chillicothe Subdivision hammers through tiny Ancona behind a standard cab Norfolk Southern C40-9.
The appearance of this motor was cause for celebration as it was clearly something different in the sea of Orange Super Cabs that now infest the former Santa Fe.
The 1995 built GE has since been retired and rebuilt as NS 4118, a AC44C6M.
NOTE TO MARI ROSE/Pinkina71 (Mari's doll clothes 👎)
STOP STEALING MY PHOTOS.
If you weren't so busy creating all those Alias FB accounts and threatening other collectors on FB, then perhaps you'd have the time to take your own photos.
Stealing photos (without crediting the photographer) is dishonest. Period. Stop It.
For more feedback on this person:
Read the "Douchebag Sellers" Group on FB and search "Mari Rose".
There's a pattern.
CINEMATIC Convention Centerpiece
My bass (Danelectro Dano '63 longscale) with The Quotable Douchebag and Suicidal Tendencies 12" + Stormy window.
Well, we were sitting in a restaurant, late afternoon, waiting for the waiter - I used this time for a little bokeh-test of the Yashica. It´s not that bad ;-)
Yashica Mat 124 G, 1/60 sec, f = 3.5 (wide open), Kodak Tri-X @ 400 ISO.
Have a nice week!
Epilogue: I read this on a shirt a few days ago:
"No, I haven´t met Mr. Right!
But I have met
Mr. Liar,
Mr. Player,
Mr. A... I can´t write this :D
and Mr. Douchebag..."
Well, you were looking in the wrong corners ;-)
1966-built DM&E SD40 6092 looked like it has been through many a-storm over the years as it led Canadian Pacific train 471 out of a heavy cloud bank in Bensenville and into a literal and figurative sunset. Soon the 6092 would be retired.
Within 15 minutes it was raining sideways while I was nice and dry sitting back in my apartment enjoying a Wild Turkey downloading this image. Sometimes I miss living in Bensenville.
Former MARC GP40WH-2 56 has been growing funk and getting picked apart by both nature and douchebag vandals for several years of storage since being retired.
Stored along the Columbia and Reading, scuttlebutt has this old Illinois Central GP40 about to depart for a better place.
We shall see where it and the other 3 of these things stored here wind up. The "experts" on the web are positive that it will rebuilt for a shortline in Virginia. Or rebuilt for MBTA. Or rebuilt for MARC. Or whatever else some foamer dreams up and puts out there as "fact".
We shall see what really happens.
The WSOR (Wisconsin School Of Railroading) business train rolls towards Chicago behind the classy E9s in 2005. For quite a while, we were treated to sights like this until the railroad was sold to Watco.
Times have changed as the scrappy little Wissor is not what it used to be.
excuse the language, if you consider it harsh.
This is dedicated to one of my friends. Some people are just so freaking sadistic, it makes me sick.
anyway, like my makeshift tissue box? :)
As no roads are so rough as those that have just been mended, so no sinners are so intolerant as those that have just turned saints.
~ Charles Caleb Colton
I don't know who Charles Caleb Colton is. No idea. I could probably Google him, but frankly I can't even be bothered. What matters is that I like his take on former sinners. And it's relevant because I'm sort of on a self-improvement kick lately, but it'd be nice to refrain from becoming a preachy douchebag about it if I actually succeed.
I can't say I agree with Mr. Colton's take on roads though. "No roads are so rough as those that have just been mended?" In what country, Afghanistan???
A tired-looking Grand Trunk 5832 emerges from the tunnel at East Dubuque, Illinois and crosses BNSF's Aurora Subdivision in August of 2003.
Former MARC GP40WH-2 56 has been growing funk and getting picked apart by both nature and douchebag vandals for several years of storage since being retired.
Stored along the Columbia and Reading, scuttlebutt has this old Illinois Central GP40 about to depart for a better place.
We shall see where it and the other 3 of these things stored here wind up. The "experts" on the web are positive that it will rebuilt for a shortline in Virginia. Or rebuilt for MBTA. Or rebuilt for MARC. Or whatever else some foamer dreams up and puts out there as "fact".
We shall see what really happens.
Back in 1998, the WC was leasing surplus Amtrak F40s and using them in freight service. I nabbed one on a southbound at Butterfield Road in Mundelein trailing a SD45/F45 combo.
The business cars were deadheading to Chicago for an upcoming shippers special and would go back north the next day (pulled by a long hood forward GP40).
Back when Union Pacific was putting together some funky consists, a MCBPR rolls along the Geneva Sub at the barn at CP Peck. It's been a while since I had the motivation to shoot along the YouPee.
One of the must do's in the American southwest, sunrise at Mesa Arch, about 50 other tripods had the same idea that morning, which is normal, thankfully it was a mostly cordial experience, the douchebag count was very low, despite being a sunday morning on a holiday weekend.
1974-built F40C 614 rolls under the PRR bridge at Racine Avenue with an outbound scoot under sexy sunny June lighting.
The 614 was donated to the Illinois Railway Museum in February of 2025.
A trio of UP's former Chicago and North Western SD40-2s pass beneath one of the then-few remaining horizontal CNW signal bridges left. This one is in West Chicago. I wish I had taken the time to photograph this location when the SD40-2s were still actually painted in CNW. The signals have since been upgraded and the SD40-2s retired.