Outsider: The truth of it.
I can't believe I made a promotional banner/flyer. It wasn't all that hard, but it doesn't look all that professional either. The great bit of knowledge for me here is that I've come pretty far from where I was a year ago when photoshop was nothing more than a whisper on a passing art major's lips.
Now I know some terms, can use some of the tools rather effectively, and am on my way to getting an exceptional handle on the post production skills that will take my photography to a higher level.
(The banner)
I have one person to thank for this, and you can find links to his site all over my profile. He is the owner of Outsider Graphics, the owner of the site he personally decided to scrap, Dead End Society, and my best friend, Michael Adams.
Many people have felt like they've known him, and many people have come to dis-like him after he calls them on their bullshit, tells them he doesn't want to be involved with them romantically, or asks them to do the job they volunteered to do. In the 14 or so months that I've known Michael, I've seen so many people come into his life that are no longer in it, except for the occassional hate e-mail. I've seen people start online forums to try to rally against Mike, only to end up failing at bringing the site any kind of success. I've seen women call our cell simply to hang up if I answer the phone. I've seen women contact him to "model", it is their life long dream after all (laughs), then see them get angry when Mike is actually expecting them to work instead of hitting on them.
I guess there's a new site up now, an internet forum of haters, where the old brethren of D.E.S. gets together to bash Mike and talk to one another. Luckily it is the same people that couldn't figure out how to promote D.E.S. past one new member a year for each of them, so I guess they'll be content simply talking to one another. It's rather funny to hear that they're banning together with members who they did nothing but bad-mouth when they were a part of D.E.S. I guess they didn't bother to copy and paste those threads for all to see though.
What bothers me the most about everyone is the bad rap their trying to tag on Mike. People have said some pretty harsh things about him, even going so far as to give my cell number to telemarketers and open gay personal ads on craigslist in his name, including his picture and my number.
I get that no one likes to be called out, whether their shoveling a bunch of manure or not. People create their own truth when they don't enjoy the reality of the life they lead, and they don't take it well when someone sees through what they've been telling themselves to feel better about it. I get that Mike is strong-headed, even stubborn, and can be a bit arrogant from time to time. However, that shouldn't over shadow his big heart, all his effort and ambition, nor his talents.
Never once has Mike taken advantage of me. Never once has he not been there for me when I needed him, and I'd like to think I've returned that favor to the best of my ability so far in our friendship.
A lot of my money has gone to him, just as a lot of his money has gone to me. Aside from the occasional "I hate my roommie, she's a kuke" when we've had a bad day with one another, there is no wrong he has committed against me.
He has not duped me into thinking we're going to live happily ever after together in a harmonious romantic relationship. We do not fuck. Never once has he taken money, the car, or even the last cookie without first asking me.
We've been living together for just over a year now, and though I am sure there is a lot about the boy I don't know I'm equally as sure that I know him better than he'd like to admit. I know his likes, his dis-likes, his pet peeves and his fetishes. For someone who believes we can never truly know another person, I do feel I know Michael pretty well. Just as he knows me better than anyone that has ever been in my life.
I trust Michael with my possessions. I trust Michael with my life. Never in my entire life have I had such a close friend, nor have I ever trusted someone so completely.
Where people get the whole "he uses people" deal from, I'm not sure. All I can guess is that there's a lot of trailer trash looking women out there who wanted a boyfriend, and when Mike told them what was up they got pissed off to the point that they took a night off from scamming the Yahoo personal adds and naked web cam shows to even bigger losers than themselves, to turn their attention towards bad-mouthing Mike.
I find it incredibly silly that there are people out there who devote their time to hating on someone else, to the point where it seems like it has become a life long goal. To those people my only advice is to get over it and find some thing better to do with your time.
If it were not for Michael I would be still a year behind on my photography, if not more. I wouldn't have near as many pictures or even half of the knowledge about the art as I do. The part of Mike that I most admire is his ambition. His ..almost need to be working. I've seen him grow quite a bit this past year, not solely as an artist but as a person. I can't even begin to imagine him another year from today.
I've never met anyone else that I so fully believed will make it in this world. I'm just happy to be along for the ride.
Now I know some terms, can use some of the tools rather effectively, and am on my way to getting an exceptional handle on the post production skills that will take my photography to a higher level.
(The banner)
I have one person to thank for this, and you can find links to his site all over my profile. He is the owner of Outsider Graphics, the owner of the site he personally decided to scrap, Dead End Society, and my best friend, Michael Adams.
Many people have felt like they've known him, and many people have come to dis-like him after he calls them on their bullshit, tells them he doesn't want to be involved with them romantically, or asks them to do the job they volunteered to do. In the 14 or so months that I've known Michael, I've seen so many people come into his life that are no longer in it, except for the occassional hate e-mail. I've seen people start online forums to try to rally against Mike, only to end up failing at bringing the site any kind of success. I've seen women call our cell simply to hang up if I answer the phone. I've seen women contact him to "model", it is their life long dream after all (laughs), then see them get angry when Mike is actually expecting them to work instead of hitting on them.
I guess there's a new site up now, an internet forum of haters, where the old brethren of D.E.S. gets together to bash Mike and talk to one another. Luckily it is the same people that couldn't figure out how to promote D.E.S. past one new member a year for each of them, so I guess they'll be content simply talking to one another. It's rather funny to hear that they're banning together with members who they did nothing but bad-mouth when they were a part of D.E.S. I guess they didn't bother to copy and paste those threads for all to see though.
What bothers me the most about everyone is the bad rap their trying to tag on Mike. People have said some pretty harsh things about him, even going so far as to give my cell number to telemarketers and open gay personal ads on craigslist in his name, including his picture and my number.
I get that no one likes to be called out, whether their shoveling a bunch of manure or not. People create their own truth when they don't enjoy the reality of the life they lead, and they don't take it well when someone sees through what they've been telling themselves to feel better about it. I get that Mike is strong-headed, even stubborn, and can be a bit arrogant from time to time. However, that shouldn't over shadow his big heart, all his effort and ambition, nor his talents.
Never once has Mike taken advantage of me. Never once has he not been there for me when I needed him, and I'd like to think I've returned that favor to the best of my ability so far in our friendship.
A lot of my money has gone to him, just as a lot of his money has gone to me. Aside from the occasional "I hate my roommie, she's a kuke" when we've had a bad day with one another, there is no wrong he has committed against me.
He has not duped me into thinking we're going to live happily ever after together in a harmonious romantic relationship. We do not fuck. Never once has he taken money, the car, or even the last cookie without first asking me.
We've been living together for just over a year now, and though I am sure there is a lot about the boy I don't know I'm equally as sure that I know him better than he'd like to admit. I know his likes, his dis-likes, his pet peeves and his fetishes. For someone who believes we can never truly know another person, I do feel I know Michael pretty well. Just as he knows me better than anyone that has ever been in my life.
I trust Michael with my possessions. I trust Michael with my life. Never in my entire life have I had such a close friend, nor have I ever trusted someone so completely.
Where people get the whole "he uses people" deal from, I'm not sure. All I can guess is that there's a lot of trailer trash looking women out there who wanted a boyfriend, and when Mike told them what was up they got pissed off to the point that they took a night off from scamming the Yahoo personal adds and naked web cam shows to even bigger losers than themselves, to turn their attention towards bad-mouthing Mike.
I find it incredibly silly that there are people out there who devote their time to hating on someone else, to the point where it seems like it has become a life long goal. To those people my only advice is to get over it and find some thing better to do with your time.
If it were not for Michael I would be still a year behind on my photography, if not more. I wouldn't have near as many pictures or even half of the knowledge about the art as I do. The part of Mike that I most admire is his ambition. His ..almost need to be working. I've seen him grow quite a bit this past year, not solely as an artist but as a person. I can't even begin to imagine him another year from today.
I've never met anyone else that I so fully believed will make it in this world. I'm just happy to be along for the ride.