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sarcasm or curiosity? Watching a Muslim woman read pamphlets on the life of the church while under the embodiment of Christ is a bit surreal. I cant help but wonder what is going through her head.
thanks for reading.........jhe
gratitudes: a slower start, a nest found, songs sung, middle schoolers sarcasm, potluck at church, and talking to my sister.
Repito look y plano para la lectura de este capítulo. Es increíble que estemos en el séptimo capítulo y aún no haya aparecido el segundo par de botas, en fin, advertencia habitual y ¡empezamos!:
"¡CUIDADO!, absténgase de la lectura de este cuento las personas que carezcan del sentido de la ironía, el sarcasmo y cierto sentido del humor muy particular, podría provocar graves ataques de tontería aguda."
“Contras era toda burla y Melisa toda vergüenza, no era justo…
(Melisa) –‘…bruja vengativa…’ – apenas le salían las palabras, mantenía su mirada baja y sus puños cerrados por la rabia, estaba a punto de explotar.”
“(Contras) – ‘¡Vaya con la niñita!, ¡que genio!... ¿estas enfadadita? Pues la verdad no se porque, ni que estuviera mintiendo. Yo lo único que digo es lo que veo, un tío intentando comprar ropa de mujer en un sitio en el que solo hay, ha habido y habrá mujeres comprando, so feo’- y le sacó la lengua indignada completando el gesto con una pedorreta. Contras había adoptado en esta ocasión los modos y aspecto de una niña traviesa, coronada por dos graciosas coletas y con uniforme escolar que incluía unos calcetines blancos monísimos donde, como no, en el izquierdo se podía leer su nombre. Esta vez no levitaba… ni levitaba ni se estaba quieta. Podía pasar rápidamente de estar parada en un sitio con las manos atrás, las piernas juntitas y rotando la parte superior de su cuerpo nerviosamente de un lado a otro, a estar dando brincos a la pata coja desplazándose alegremente de un sitio a otro, o a toquetear todo lo que se le pusiera por delante, y todo esto sin parar de hablar. El fuego de su aura era impredecible y explosivo.- ‘Si por lo menos estuvieras vestido de mujer y dieras el pego, o fueras transexual, eso sería comprensible, o por lo menos homosexual, sobre todo si es con mucha pluma… pero no, eres… eres una cosa rara. ¡Melisa es un pervertido!, ¡Melisa es un pervertido!...’ – la niñata gritaba sin parar esta última frase, fue la gota que colmó el vaso para Melisa, nunca había pasado tanta vergüenza, tenía que salir de allí inmediatamente. No había hecho caso a esa… y ahora se vengaba de una forma cruel ¿Cómo había llegado a esa situación?, ¿como se había dejado convencer?, esto no estaba hecho para ella y la ropa de mujer tampoco, desgraciadamente iba a aprenderlo por las malas. Cuando en las películas aparecían en el hombro de la protagonista su mini-versión angelical y demoníaca aconsejando, se veía como algo mas simpático, se peleaban entre ellos, pero ayudaban o liaban a la protagonista, no se ensañaban con ella… ¡era indignante! La saboría de su ángel la metía en problemas sin pensar en las consecuencias y la loca con personalidad múltiple de su diablesa se reía descaradamente a su costa. Fue entonces cuando se dio cuenta, esa no era la situación, Pros solo la había llevado a donde ella realmente quería y Contras… Contras era su guardiana, le avisaba de los peligros que ella quería ignorar. No era una lucha entre el bien y el mal, entre ángel y demonio, sino entre sus deseos y los peligros que conllevaban. Contras era su guardiana ante esos peligros, y debía estarle agradecida, por muy molesta que fuera. También se dio cuenta de que no tenía que preocuparse por sus gritos, solo ella podía oírla y eso la tranquilizo mucho, pero no cambiaba la situación…
(Pros) – ‘No, no la cambia’- Melisa se sobresalto, no había dicho nada, solo lo había pensado – ‘Podemos escuchar tus pensamientos, no temas, como hadas tuyas siempre actuaremos a tu favor. Te has dado cuenta de lo que somos y el papel que juega cada una’
(Contras) – ‘¡A buenas alturas!, espabiladita que es la chica, ¿es que nuestros nombres no te dieron una pistilla?
(Pros) – ‘Pero como bien has pensado, eso no cambia nada, has de decidir’
(Contras) – ‘Llamarme loca, ¡que descaro!, es normal que a Pros le llamaras saboría, y corta te quedas, ¡pero a mi!, con lo simpatiquísima y buena gente que soy, a una guardiana tan eficiente, grrr, ya casi te habías ido… ¡tonta!’ – y volvió a sacarle la lengua indignada con su correspondiente pedorreta.”
Continuara dentro de cuatro fotos…
Me parece que Contras es como esas personas que se ven simpáticas si las tratas un ratito, pero para tratarla continuamente, uff.., mejor de lejos. Si esta es la guardiana… no necesitará enemigos, je,je, aún así me sigue cayendo simpática , ¡besitos guardianes! (¿y si Contras es la guardiana… que es Pros?)
PS: Los capítulos anteriores podéis encontrarlos en el álbum dedicado al cuento, la dirección es: www.flickr.com/photos/47932076@N05/sets/72157625978352555...
PS: Si quieres ver un video con este look (If you want see a video with this look) :
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_uECwjsm1M (recomendado, se ve mejor / recommended, it looks better)
www.flickr.com/photos/61410455@N08/5744157888/in/photostream
A while ago, right before this picture was taken in 2008, I overheard someone mention that Los Angeles had a river… "The Los Angeles River" to be exact.
Me being the nature lover I am, so fond of natural bodies of water and always trying to photograph moving water, I was very interested.
"Wow", I thought. "How come I never heard of this before? I thought LA was just a city. I didn't know it had a river!"
I found a location online to access the river and drove there immediately. There was a sign just before the "river bank" that read "Los Angeles River" with a picture of one of my favorite birds on it: an Egret.
In my excitement, I rushed down the steep bank and immediately set up my tripod and camera. I was enthralled by the beauty of this oasis. How lucky I was to have set up near a lush patch of gorgeous green vegetation, thriving in this nurturing environment. (seen in the bottom right of the photo)
The scene was captivating.. The sound of rushing water, the color: a beautiful brackish brown. The sweet smell of carbon dioxide and waste (no doubt from the many river dwellers) permeating the atmosphere.
Just behind me, there were 3 people in old worn-out sleeping bags up on a dry part of the bank. "How cool.. They're camping here... They must be veteran campers, cause they got good sites right by the river." I said to myself.
I looked into the river for fish and other aquatic wildlife, like I've seen in rivers elsewhere and on nature programs… I was pleasantly surprised to find many creatures floating down the current and I believe they are all new species. Many of them seem to have natural mimicking abilities and have taken the forms of plastic bags, coat hangers, rusted shopping carts, soggy cereal boxes and the like. "They must all be predatory species" I thought to myself, as they floated by in different forms, sometimes getting caught on one another, but staying still nonetheless to conserve as much energy as possible while letting the current transport them where they needed to go… "God must be getting really creative" I thought.
Just then, I realized that this beautiful river had been decorated across the other side with murals and paintings above the riverbank, undoubtedly masterminded by some like-minded nature loving artists to enhance the experience of this place and pay homage to mother nature's pungent brown current.
And look, up above in the distance: A large building that seems to be creating cirrus clouds and sending them off into the sky… "A cloud factory!" Such a wonderful idea, especially on an overcast day like this.
Thank you, Los Angeles for preserving such a sacred place. LA River, long may you run.
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Canon 5D - 10-stop ND filter - 25sec - f/11
Yay! (sarcasm...) The Southaven Walmart grandiose Home Living circle style sign has been replaced with this. Most of my time in the store on the October 4, 2015 visit was spent in and around this department. The store was quite crowded as well, so I was unable to get very many pictures.
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Walmart, 1998-built, Southcrest Pkwy near Goodman Rd., Southaven, MS
Sun down, Sun up.
I speak in sarcasm to relate to all the things I appreciate. I lie in rhythm to open doors. I follow suit and just want more. My reputation is the same it’s been, and I don’t care what happens. I read the book, so I know the end. I’ve probably said too much, but I’ve never felt more accomplished. I’m losing sleep. I’m losing friends. I’ve got a love/hate/love with the city I’m in. I’ll count the hours, having just one wish. If I’m doing fine, there’s no point to this.
added 9/1/2014
Thanks everyone! Due to my ubber photography skills (read 'sarcasm') Kiki found a forever home yesterday!!!!!!!
She will be living with a little girl who wants a kitten to love and snuggle, a lap cat. Kiki LOVES to be cuddled so its a match made in heaven!
Thanks for all those who looked past this little girls' eyeballs and saw her beauty.
Photography and fostering animals go hand in hand!
Blue marker text:
PLACE OF ASSAULT
by inspiration
ON A MAN
with a blue marker
Black paint text:
BE CAREFUL NOT TO PEE YOUR PANTS
At first I did not think that we would get along. When she told me that she was working on a script about a multi generational tale of women in a family, my gun was cocked and loaded with sarcasm that I was only a little too polite to fire.
She laughed, not believing that I was in Hollywood to paint. It was not why I was here but what I would do.
"No one comes to Los Angeles to paint,,,ha ha.."
"What about David Hockney?"
"Yeah well.."
We liked the same brand and with the same amount of ice. I put my index finger over the top of my straw, lifting it out of the glass of soda water. Lifting my finger, i let it shoot into the bourbon. She made some comment that i thought rude until she explained that it was a quote from a movie.
Flushed, her cheeks now seemed rounder. She leaned forward nearly knocking over my empty glass.
"Listen, never punch up a script on spec, that is how they get you, you are made to feel as if it's an audition, do a good job and they will take care of you. A good friend of mine, went to a good college had years of this, it's a scam to get free work out of you."
I asked her how she knew I was here to write scripts and not act...
Momentarily, I could read her mind, things about my age, my looks immediately came to mind. She caught herself before her words could take wing, the little pink tip of her tongue protruding from between her teeth.
"No, you're a clever guy, none of that."
She was quick on her feet with only a slight time delay.
Pointing to my bag, she asked me what it was.
"My paints."
W.Wolfson'16
¿Estáis preparadas para la lectura de hoy? Creo que si, ya os veo sentadas y listas para escuchar, así que como es costumbre me toca decir:
Advertencia habitual y ¡empezamos!:
"¡CUIDADO!, absténgase de la lectura de este cuento las personas que carezcan del sentido de la ironía, el sarcasmo y cierto sentido del humor muy particular, podría provocar graves ataques de tontería aguda."
“Y había vuelto a cambiar, de atuendo y de actitud para el nuevo dilema que se presentaba, ¡que raro!, ¿verdad?”
“(Contras) –‘Queridísimo público, me complace anunciarles la celebración de la 1ª edición de la elección a Miss Botitas Maravillosas’- su voz alegre y dicharachera hacía juego con el colorido y brillo de su indumentaria, body en rojo, azul y blanco, botas altas de tacón fino y sombrero de copa en la mano, todo en los mismos colores. Su nombre en el sombrero, en rojo chillón, el pelo enrizado y los ojos azules. – ‘… y con todos ustedes, su presentadora favorita… ¡la bellísima Contras!’
Melisa no se creía lo que estaba viendo. Contras se había multiplicado, ¡había muchísimas!, no solo veía a todo un cuerpo de baile compuesto por Contras vestidas igual que la primera, sino también a la presentadora, azafatas, jurados y público que aplaudía, todas ellas Contras. El asombro de Melisa se reflejaba en su cara, cosa que no se podía decir del bochorno que estaba pasando Pros, ¡si su hermana no la formaba…!, ¡quien las iba a tomar en serio así!
Fuegos artificiales, juegos de luces y una coreografía de baile ejecutada con movimientos gráciles y delicados por las bailarinas Contras, acompañaron la entrada de Contras, la presentadora. La vista se posaba en ella sin quererlo… en sus andares tan femeninos sobre tacones tan finos… en el azul de tono hipnótico de su traje de noche con escote tipo corazón y espalda descubierta que hacía difícil imaginarse como se podía sostener el traje… en la elegancia de esos guantes largos que le llegaban por encima del codo y donde se podía leer su nombre en letra elaborada al dorso de la mano… y en el contraste de su cuidada melena pelirroja con un azul tan precioso. No tardó en llegar al centro del escenario de ese mundo mágico y mareante que pertenecía a Pros y Contras, en el que Melisa quedo atrapada sin casi darse cuenta y en el que, aunque no se podía decir que se encontrara cómoda, tampoco se podía decir que se sintiera a disgusto. Su sonrisa iluminó la sala, una caída de ojos antes de empezar a hablar y una nueva sonrisa.
(Contras/Presentadora) –‘¡Gracias a todos por asistir a esta magnifica gala!, que espero sea de su agrado. Ya tenemos a nuestras botitas listas para salir, ¡que nervios!, ¡todas son un verdadero primor!, ¡y están deseando ser elegidas para convertirse en…!’
(Contras/Público) –‘¡Miss Botitas Maravillosas!’ –gritaron al unísono emocionadas.
(Contras/Presentadora) –‘…Pero, no solo las tenemos a ellas, también tenemos a una personita muy especial, lista para sentarse en el Jurado. Ella es…’ –redoble de tambor –‘¡¡Melisa!!, ¡sí!, esa chica tan dubitativa como encantadora que últimamente se ha convertido en el centro de nuestros desvelos’ –dos azafatas Contras acompañaron entre aplausos a Melisa a ocupar su puesto en el Jurado. Tímida, saludaba y sonreía, dejándose llevar. Las azafatas Contras llevaban el mismo look que las bailarinas, solo que con minifalda.
(Contras/Presentadora) –‘Seguro que tiene mucho que decir… ¿quien si no?, je,je. ¡Ah!, … me comunican que se me ha olvidado presentar a otra persona… cosas del directo… no se como se me ha ido de la cabeza… bueno, pues también se incorpora al Jurado, Pros, ¡ugh!’ –el tono empleado, el mohín final y los abucheos del público lo decían todo sobre la popularidad de Pros en este enjambre de Contras. Pros también ocupó su sitio entre el Jurado, acompañada por unas azafatas nada sonrientes, irradiando como siempre una gran dignidad, ¡esta pantomima no iba con ella!
(Melisa) –‘Parece que esta elección esta llena de contras, je, je’ –le dijo a Pros para quitarle tensión al abucheo. Silencio. De pronto se hizo un silencio absoluto y Melisa notó que se había convertido en el centro de todas las miradas.
(Melisa) –‘Solo era…una…broma, je,je…¡uyyy!’ –susurró cohibida.”
Continuara dentro de cuatro fotos…
Por si ha alguien le había parecido poco con una sola Contras, ahora tenemos muchas… como en el mundo real, lleno de contras (lo se, he repetido el mismo chiste malo dos veces seguidas, privilegios de autora). En general, y sobre todo para este capítulo, me he inspirado en Bugs Bunny para la personalidad de Contras y un poquito en el Genio de Aladin. Tengo que dedicar un pie de foto a la relación entre nuestro amigo Bugs y el crossdress, ese conejo puede llegar a ser muy, muy femenino (nada de dobles sentidos en esta frase, ni lo penséis, que somos señoritas con clase). Me despido por hoy, ¡hasta la próxima! y ¡besitos de Miss!
PS: Los capítulos anteriores podéis encontrarlos en el álbum dedicado al cuento, la dirección es: www.flickr.com/photos/47932076@N05/sets/72157625978352555...
PS: Si quieres ver un video con este look (If you want see a video with this look) :
www.flickr.com/photos/61410455@N08/5740508816/in/photostr...
Y si quieres ver un mosaico de videos e imágenes dedicado a este look (If you want see a mosaic that combines video and pictures, all with this look) :
Estava louca para usar esse glitter e demorei para fazer isso porque não conseguia escolher que cor de base usar. Queria uma coisa bem diferente do que já havia visto. Depois de pensar muito e passear pelas minhas caixinhas escolhi esse coral lindo. Testei e achei a combinação perfeita!
O Sarcasm tem uns glitters rosa que quase ficaram escondidos pelo tom da base, mas olhando com cuidado dá para ver (inclusive nas fotos) e gostei tanto de como ele ficou que nem me importei de uma das cores não aparecer bem. ^^
Passei 2 camadas do Corail Divin + 1 do Sarcasm (quando achava que tinha pouco glitter passava um pouquinho mais só no cantinho que eu via com pouco) e finalizei com o top coat da Poshé. Essa combinação ele não encolheu. Ainda bem!
Babei muito nessa esmaltação! =D
*foto com luz natural*
Hey Hooman! Thanks for throwing the ball for me! I left it for you to throw again!
Ohh, gee, thanks so much Flynn!
Was that sarcasm I sniffed there, Hooman? I left the ball closer to you than I normally would. I mean, it's RIGHT there.
How do you SNIFF sarcasm? - No, nevermind, forget I asked. Flynn. The ball IS right there. But it is right there IN the hideous muddy puddle. I notice it's just slightly too far out for me to easily reach it from the edge.
Hmm, but only just out of reach... so, you'd only have to take a step or two out into the puddle.
Flynn, I don't want to paddle in there at all. You are already IN the puddle... Can't you bring the ball closer, so it's a step or two OUT of the water?
No. Definitely not.
Why?
Ermm....
There's no good reason why you can't do that, is there?
Welll....
Also... say if I DO step in the water to get that ball, are you actually going to LET me pick it up... or are you going to race me to it, & then drop the ball further out in the puddle.
I am offended!! Why would you even think I'd do that, Hooman? You're being paranoid!
Am not! I know your tricks! You're trying to make me go splashing about in the puddle, by using the ball as a lure. Don't deny it, Flynn!
Pfft. Fine. You got me. That being the case, shall we skip the part you pretend you're not going to get your boots wet then? Come on in the water's lovely!
Last week, I discovered my welly ("rain boot" in the US?) were leaky, after walking into a puddle to make a splash for Flynn's entertainment... & coming away with a very wet foot!! Luckily, the water I trod in wasn't anywhere near as deep or filthy as this one is & I've since replaced my wellies ;-) Even in waterproof boots though, I didn't really want to paddle in this puddle! Normally, there's a usable path along here, but the Forestry Commission are doing work & the tractors have really churned up the ground... resulting in a truly spectacular wet, muddy mess!!
Flynn was clearly impressed by this new woodland water feature & made a beeline for it, dropping his ball strategically on the way in... He left it just a little too far from the edge for me to easily reach, without going into the water myself. As predicted - when I did make a tentative move to get the ball, Flynn darted in & dropped it further away, before he retreated, to wait for me to make my move. He wanted me to follow him further & further in! He likes using toys as lures to make me move! On this occasion, I refused to be drawn in & made him go fetch it back!! I had my boots but no wish to find how deep the water gets - or how slippery & sticky the mud underneath may be!
Castle Rock, CO - This guy is the only person I know who has the ability to have an expression of sarcasm. It's weird after three decades you think it would get annoying, but NO it's one of his greatest attributes.
Sarcasm! Ever see those personal ads "Hi, I'm a Leo and I love long walks on the beach in the rain!" From personal experience, walking on the beach in the rain is cold, wet, and totally devoid of romance. Yet, I do it anyway!
Oregon Dunes National Recreation Area, Siuslaw National Forest, Oregon USA
Happy Monday!!! <----supreme sarcasm in case you didn't recognize that.
Hopefully I'll be around a bit more today than I have the last few. I got a lot of catching up to do with everyone.
There's an element of sarcasm in the caption, but as it's been widely known, people have been arriving in droves to see these Sunflowers. As a result, a bit of damage has been incurred as many will know from a previous upload. I didn't witness anyone picking these today but what I saw was barely credible to this lover of the natural world. People were almost like sheep walking along the paths, unduly concerned or taking notice of anything. it appeared to me that they visited simply 'because' ( I suppose) . The paths are narrow and uneven, also very hard underfoot given the heavy rain of late . I myself wore proper walking shoes as a matter of personal safety and used my walking stick for the same reason. I was forced to stop and hop over into thick grass to make way for those with pushchairs. I felt sorry for one lady in particular so looked up and smiled saying , "It's hard work pushing that, isn't it?" Her reply was a grumpy sounding , "Yes , my daughter's left me with this to go off and take photos in the sunflowers.... "...
This image is "political" and "pandemic related" and is "tagged accordingly".
"The speed of science"...
boriquagato.substack.com/p/its-not-about-you-its-about-me
(Watch the video to the end)
Also:
www.zerohedge.com/covid-19/pfizer-exec-admits-under-oath-...
rumble.com/v1d4lm9-joe-biden-vaccine-promises-vs-vaccine-...
Science...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=teZqAuyqX4U
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdSUnV2fJGk
Fooled...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NzLs-xSss0
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKYQNtF11eg
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9SnxBvH-0Mc
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so I say "let me take a picture of you before school with my new camera." and she says "what do I get?" Then I drop her off at school and chuckle all the way to the office.
On the left going up the hill is La Barrera (Border Wall) México–Estados Unidos. This view is from the border city of Nogales, Arizona, USA. The sister border city of Heroica Nogales, Sonora, Mexico is to the right of the wall.
As a result of major extensions of the barrier starting in 1994, there has been a significant increase in the number of people trying to cross dangerus areas that have no fence, such as the Sonoran Desert and the Baboquivari Mountains in Arizona and hence a major increase in deaths. Such people must cross fifty miles of inhospitable terrain to reach the first road, which is located in the Tohono O'odham Indian Reservation.
Despite the dangers of unauthorized border crossing, there is significant legitimate travel across this border as evidenced by the border parking lot sign. Nogales, Mexico is a major medical and dental tourism destination for U.S. citizens due to inexpensive private healthcare clinics. Tourists also visit downtown Nogales to eat and shop for traditional Mexican wares and handicrafts, much of it brought up from states far further south.
Mexican nationals with valid border crossing cards are permitted to cross the border to shop and visit friends and family. Many Mexican shoppers visit malls in Tucson (69 miles from Nogales) and the Phoenix area. At La Encantada, an upscale outdoor shopping center in the Tucson Catalina Foothills, Mexicans make up about 25 percent of the shopping base.
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Desafio BFF - (03/10)
A terceira combo do desafio é cremoso + glitter, uma das formas mais comuns de ~upar esmaltes, e uma das minhas favoritas.
Nos ~primórdios, eu procurava escolher um glitter que tivesse a cor do esmalte de base na composição, mas essa ~combinação infalível~ geralmente não funfava, pois o esmalte de base ~engolia todas as partículas que possuiam sua própria cor, e o glitter ficava ~aleijado, perdendo parte do charme original... por isso
agora escolho as combinações com mais critério, embora raramente teste no disquinho, antes de usar, como seria mais acertado.
O Tropical Salmon dispensa maiores descrições, é um salmão cremoso, muito fofo, mas de fórmula não muito fácil de trabalhar. O pincel é flat e macio, mas estranhamente desenha ~negative spaces~ nas pinceladas, e como a fórmula é mais pra densa do que pra fluida, o risco de kgar tudo, pincelando várias vezes, é maior.
Em duas camadas cobriu o suficiente para a aplicação do glitter, mas se fosse usar sozinho teriam sido três, pois ficou um pouco manchado.
O Sarcasm é uma fofura de glitter miudinho, composto por glitter comum preto e mini bolinhas (ou hexagonais, sou cega e não consegui diferenciar) acetinadas nas cores azul elétrico, verde lima, amarelo, laranja e vermelho, em base transparente. O pincel vem carregadinho e ele espalha com facilidade em uma camada, embora precise de algumas pinceladas para uniformizar, e quanto mais se precisar pincelar, mais glitter vai se depositar na unha, daí que eu não consegui deixar todas proporcionais (no médio da mão esquerda tem demais, e no mindinho de menos). =P
Finalizei com TC Ideal e curti o resultado, achei bem fofo, e ao vivo mal se nota a falta de padrão na quantidade de glitter em cada unha.
Usei:
1x base Nail Experts, Avon
2x Tropical Salmon, YNC Camila Coelho
1x Sarcasm, Penélope Luz
1x TC roxinho, Ideal
Man! Cropping is my forte or something. </sarcasm>
I found this in a Parking garage on the top floor. Above the down button.
A sign? Maybe? Or maybe someone just left it there for another day?
I have another photo of it. Probably will post it tomorrow after school.
I have to start my Adv. (plus) photography project soon.
Mixed emotions on my plans. Half a half Idea. Need more research.
B&W photos forming a 360 view. Like, multiple frames over lapping each other.
Some of them being tinted sepia/cyno/hand colored. Yada yada.
Then my teacher threw out having it be a 3D model. Not sure how I'm going to incorporate that in.
I have some ideas, but its going to take me some time. I'm ready for the challenge.
Not that it means anything, but I haven't never received a testimonial.
Probably its hard to "sum-up" my photos because I don't really have a recurring pattern with my photos.
The closest I could get would probably be macros.
ehh, It's nothing. haha. It's kinda like getting 5+ favorites and 0 comments.
My work is kinda over hard to describe. Hmm. I don't know where I'm getting with this.
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It's still yesterday somewhere in the world, thus a shot for the day is by no means late! I SAID BY NO MEANS!!! ~ Dennis Gatz
Day Image 201: [Explanation] So today (yesterday) we were gonna have THE photo-shoot of the century. It was going to be a glamorous shoot where I dress Mashangi up in the cutest dresses EVEEERRRR ..urm...we were going to do a couple of concept shots. I approached him with the ideas and he was like "Yeah! T..t..totally bro. Those are awesome ideas! You must b...b..be some kinda genius!" he continued, "Would it be c..c..cool if I took a little nap, you know, t..t..to be all fresh for your awzuuum shoot?" Well, of course I let him take a "nap" but that was 24 hours ago and he's still "napping!" I'm starting to think that Mashangi has developed a keen sense of sarcasm :/ ...wait... that was 24 hours ago!...urm, does anyone know how to check the pulse in one of these things?
For ODC = Starts with an M .. for Mashangi?
Oi gente!
Pra essa mani usei duas camadas do Fagulha, ele tem uma qualidade ótima e ficou lindo nas unhas, só num fotografei ele solo porque era noite. Usei mais duas camadas do Sarcasm pra ficar com bastante glitter. Pra finalizar TC Ideal. Adorei! Achei que combinou bastante com meu tom de pele. Por hoje é isso, Beijos!
so recently i have been extremely sleep deprived which has resulted in that wonderful thing called "memory loss" (note sarcasm)
i frequently wake up to find photos & videos on my camera / phone or hundreds of screenshots of stuff that i otherwise would have no memory of; then again, a major reason why i constantly do this is because i think that regardless of whether memory loss is immediate or over a long period of time... that remembering things in general is very important.
even if i was sleeping normally right now, i know that there are so many things that over the years, i would have completely forgotten if i hadn't started recording them in some way or another. i also know that i have lost huge chunks of my life & memory due to the fact that i either lost or accidentally deleted or purposefully destroyed these kinds of things when i was younger, or in some cases went for long periods of time without doing it at all.
anyway, about the pic:
apparently right before i passed out last night, i was playing with making windlights in SL, and i managed to make one that made the "bath" in my treehouse look even more suspiciously dubious than it already does.
also my graphics were on medium so blah. while my computer needs some serious upgrading before it can handle actually *playing* SL very actively on high/ultra settings, i normally crank it up temporarily when taking screenshots, unless they're totally spontaneous... which i guess this one was...?
also the timestamp on this pic is 11:52pm. in other words,i could have just waited 8 or 9 minutes and it would count as a 365.