Another picture I took yesterday
I feel like this flower looks like a cab driver. Just the way it was naturally pointing forward. It’s kind of Italian.
I feel like this flower looks like a cab driver. Just the way it was naturally pointing forward. It’s kind of Italian.
So I sunk over six hundred bucks on my new camera and I took it out for a test run. I took some really easy pictures outside, but I’m quite pleased with the results.
There’ll be more where that came from. Hopefully lots of cool Gothic stuff from the cemetery in Savannah.
I don’t really ever check Gawker, but I checked a couple times over the past few days in the vain (<---- get it? double meaning!) hope that the TiFaux tournament would be linked to. No such luck.
There's not a whole, whole lot I'm interested in on the site, but the Gawker Stalker did catch my eye. It’s basically the column where people write “I saw Lindsay Lohan tweaked-out and dancing to imaginary music in the East Village” or “I saw Diane Sawyer order an everything bagel with low-fat cream cheese in mid-town. She’s way hotter than you’d expect in person!” It’s definitely more interesting than the Washington Post’s version of the same thing where it usually involves James Carville meeting four obese undersecretaries for a steak dinner or, if we’re lucky, a Bush twin getting kicked out of a club.
But the Gawker Stalker really confirmed to me that I never want to be a celebrity — not that I’m really ever going to be at risk for becoming one. Unless I become a famous murderer or something. Or unless that YouTube clip of me, a skateboard and a life-sized portrait of Imelda Marcos becomes a viral sensation.
But can you imagine being well known and just doing your normal business and having people constantly looking at your every movement and judging you? So weird.
So, if I were somehow a celebrity for some reason, and people reported sightings of me, this is what it would be like.
So, I haven’t been able to access TiFaux all day. And I already did the news. And it’s going to be a while till that happens. Here it is on my blog.