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Oil of love, swimming in a zodiac
Lion's den, pig juice, crown on a dingo king
I got a line to the stars, I got a wire to myself
I'm gonna use all you pigs for something else
Model Bubblefaery
Barrington Court strobist group meet.
Nikon D300 200iso 1/125th @ f8
Main light source - Elichrom Quadra ranger (A-Head) with a honeycomb grid positioned to left of model. nikon SB900 (su4 mode) directly opposite main head
and snooted. SB800 (su4 mode) positioned behind chair.
light triggered with Elichrom skyport.
Nikon 24-70mm f/2.8 lens @35mm
B/W conversion then a slight tone added.
Many thanks to Bubbles and the MUA's not forgetting Taunton Area Strobist for arranging the shoot.
Close up photo of Invicta's Mastermind game, taken from TV Cream Toys www.tvcreamtoys.co.uk - more photos, plus write ups, at the web site.
132/365 - The Mastermind II
He's back!!
(In case you didn't know.. He did this to an unlucky photographer before)
And this time he has a plan.. I was on the phone with him this evening but he didn't give me much details about his plan.. actually he didn't give any details at all.. a man of few words.
I think hes planning on creating terror again in this peacefull town. We'll just have to wait and see whats in his mind..
Strobist Info:
Bare SB800 upper left of subject @ 1/128 triggered by poverty wizards
Poster for the events related to the ElectroPlastiques show in Akron.
Designed by Nate & Kirk Mueller, who are also the masterminds behind inviting me to be artist in residence at Mary Schiller Myers School of Art.
Big Bones Malone, the leader of the ruthless Flea Bag Gang. This gang is responsible for hundreds of patches of dead grass, Defiling numerous fire hydrants and stealing last night's roast beef.
Big Bones has masterminded all these atrocities. He is considered armed and dangerous. If you come across this hound use extreme caution.
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Sorry, my minions did not have time to write what I wanted them to write so I'm punishing them right now...I'll be back tomorrow with more stuff...and maybe my humans will still be here...
Obey the OOna kitties!
Adventures in OOna...
If you've ever followed our little set of postings for even a little bit of time, then you are sure to pick up on the fact that we are a little nuts about the little furrballs that share our lives. (ok, when it came to Bella, some said we were beyond nuts and were...ummm...what were the words..oh yes - koo-koo crazy obsess, but hey she was Bella...how could we not be). So if you spend any future time here checking out the world according to OOna then you surely will start to know every little crazy thing we do for her health and well-being. Hopefully my writings won't bore you......
Sooooo, it's been a year since OOna the crazy psycho kitty (as she is know at the vet) has been to the vet, yes my how time flies. I will say this, even though we miss Bella more than life itself - not having to go to the vet (and the specialist, or the surgeon) every week, has been nice. It's kind of this guilty mix of emotions that we have – it's nice, but we would trade it in a heartbeat if we could have Bella back tomorrow...but I digress, this is about OOna the evil mastermind. It's shot time and any who don't remember the last time, let me put it this way – she went totally physico after her shots and tried to kill the vet and all the assistants. (no, i'm serious she did) So now, it's a year later and a new vet, yes we decided to go with a new vet for little Miss. Chickenbreath to see if her experience might turn out better. In fact, we already love her new vet and OOna hasn't even seen her yet...she's Dr. Corse (Bella's incredible surgeon) wife Dr. Roshto. We have become good friend with them through Bella and her loss and Yvette is as amazing as he is. The funny thing is they are a lot like us only they are both vets.
Anyway, so the evil one has to go in for a check-up and shots and Dr. Roshto wants to give the little Chocolate chip feet monster a positive experience in hopes that she might start to like going to the vet again. Yeah well the OOna kitties says, "Fat chance!", but hey her minions are willing to give it a shot, we're just hoping we won't lose a finger or something. The future evil leader does not like going to the vet and tends to get a little...uh..."feisty" (as Dr. Roshto puts it). Let's put it this way, the little catnip sniffer makes tigers look like pussycats when she mad...uh, did I mention she only weights 8 pounds...8 pounds of freaking holy terror, that is. What you have to understand is, well we are dog people raising a cat. I mean, we make sure she gets superior care and loving - she gets EVO, which is a grain-free ancestral diet with the highest protein content, gets all the natural treats and toys, plus lots of loving and playing...but in the end deep down we will always be dog (weimaraner) people. Hey, after 13 and half years with our incredible Bella, how could we not be...
But anyway, so we have OOna, how doesn't feel she should have to go and see her nemesis the vet. We were told to try and get her in the crate when she's at her sweetest, which is in the morning right after you take a shower. Soooooooo, we gave it a shot, Scott tried to wrap the little monster in a towel right after a shower ( she was being all sweet and loving, kisses and all) and well let me put it this way, the little tasmanian went nuts - all claws, paws, spit and pee. And yes Scott was "nekked", but luckily no inguries, OOna was just pissed at him for a couple of days. So the next thing we were told to try was leaving her crate out and start putting treats in it to see if she would start going in there to eat them. Well, after about a week of this, the little rat finally started going in her crate but she would grab a treat and bring it back out to eat it for the first week. No biggie, we just kept placing treats in there for a couple more weeks, she fially started eating them in there (haha, the minions just might be a little smarter).
Well the morning of the visit is finally upon us...we placed the treats in the trap (errr...crate), she goes in, we slam the door shut, jump in the car and race to the vet (we convinced if she in the there for too long she'll figure out how to open that door...shudder). We dropped her off and made a run for it. (pheww)
So later Dr. Roshto calls us with her update...OOna is super healthy and definitely "feisty", someone's lip got bitten but we're not sure whose, we just said "OOna?...OOna who?" Unfornately, Dr. Roshto and OOna both know where we live...so I guess we have to go pick her up...glup!
Obey the OOna kitty!
After failing to realise green is harder to pink then first thought and that even with incredible intellect and moustache you can still be defected by a masked maiden and a girl and her puppy, the mastermind went into hiding.
A few months in hiding gave her enough time to invent a even better method and now she's back and up to her old ways; convinced she can turn the world pink!
Happy Pretty Pink Tuesday, hope you are all having fun phooning today!
so, so, SO much better viewed large on black