Deja vu
Happy anniversary, Katrina!
Love, Gustav
xoxo
What a bitch, eh? Looks ugly. The tracks I'm watching makes it look like landfall might be west of NO, but the northeast quad of hurricanes is always where the action is. So, yay.
If I lived in NO, I'd be getting the hell out of dodge, you know?
Good luck, y'all. For serious.
And I just sent my camera body off to its birthplace, the factory. I've been having some unacceptable stuck pixels, so of it went, under warranty, to get either a new sensor or the old one remapped. Hopefully it will come home soon, because I really miss it.
And Palin. Wow. Really?
Wow.
I look forward to the discussion in the media about DS (I can hope it will be educational for the general public, in a good way), politics aside. Still don't want a Republican in office.
I am SO
getting a chicken.
I've wanted to get a chicken since three Key West trips ago when I found
The Chicken Store. The only problem there is that you can adopt an egg but not a chick, and I don't want a rooster. I want eggs and no crowing. Once I convinced the husband to let me adopt an egg from them I had already talked myself out of it due to the crowing and egg issues.
But my dog died, I know where to get older (sexed) chicks, and I balked at the cost of my last humane and organic egg purchase.
Unless I change my mind again.
But I might get a chicken. Or three.
It's that time again!
Are you a cardmember? As of right now, the "We're More Alike Than Different" campaign is #11 in it's category. Surely there are more of us than that, right?
Fay!
Here's a catch-up on things that are not
that movie, and not about me. Mostly.
Darrah has a tooth, soon to be two. The first one erupted last week. Also, she is sitting independently. Man, isn't it too early for this? Geez.
Noel is still taking 'practice' steps on our bed. It's harder for him to weight shift and balance there than on the floor, but it's the only place he'll do it. So. One day he'll be walking, I know, but it's taking a little longer than forever. He's developed an attachment to all the books in the house and also some teddy bears that we've always had but were ignored. The great bear migration looks like this: Noel, still creeping, has a bear tucked under his chin, a bear in something of a headlock, and a bear stuck under his knee. Every foot or so of ground he covers there's a stop to make sure that all the bears are still along for the ride. Or to pick up the strays. Or to shove them into a box he found. Eventually he and the bears make it to his room or the living room or wherever, where he demands a 'ck'(book). I think he's reading to the bears.
He has 3 or 4 words or approximations, so we're clearly making speech progress.
He still loves his sister with undying love-love. The love often looks painful for her (it usually involves Noel sitting on her legs, trying to pick her up by the neck), but she thinks it's funny. Or she's plotting her revenge and laughing- I can't tell which. He kissed her on the nose the other day, without us prompting him, with a smacky kissy noise and everything. Cute, cute, cute.
My first photo shoot went really, really well, I think. I ended up with 20 very good shots, and I remembered why I want to focus on little kids- I'm better at it. Bigger kids and adults are harder for me to pose (with my words, less with my picking them up and moving them like I do to a two year old), and my jokes are better suited to the toddler set. Oh, well. Money is money, right?
And on that note, I have to go buy SPAM and bottled water- it's that time of year again! Gotta love hurricane season.
About that movie.
Yeah, that one.
Everybody's talking about it.
I know.
First off, I'm all for the right to say whatever the hell you want, even if I disagree. Wholly and completely and with every fiber of my soul... I disagree with the intent behind that Stiller flick.
The intent behind the 'full retard' gag (and really, I kind of want to) is this: it's not ok to be retarded, and it's used as a derogatory slur. My kid is the butt end of that joke, and I'm not at all amused. As for the claim that maybe I didn't get the joke... let's just say that my tuition paid for a lot of lit classes. I get satire.
While I can't control what people say, even if I wanted to, I know this: this one, mine, he doesn't deserve to be the punchline. He's too good for that. And blackface isn't funny.
What have I done?(!)
Well, I've gone live with my very own photography business. I have my first gig tomorrow afternoon, a senior portrait shoot with a horse.
I have my website up and running, with a pretty little slideshow thingie and a pricing scheme and everything. I have business cards. I have a contract ready. I have a few piddly things to do regarding sales tax and whatnot, but for the most part, it's all over but the shooting.
And man, am I nervous! I've never shot a horse... rode a horse, mucked out a stall, groomed a horse, saddled a horse, yes. Actually photographed a horse? Not so much. Hoping said horse won't spook over the flash or reflector.
Hoping that my gear won't develop gremlins.
Hoping that I won't suddenly wake up tomorrow with pose amnesia.
Mostly, though, I just want to get on with it. The faster I DO it, the less I'll worry about it. Blech.
