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Just rambling thoughts today. First day back at the grindstone... hem.
Now with links to pictures.
Em asked me today what would happen if she punched my jaw. My exact reaction was: "Yeah... I'd punch you back."
I'm on these antibiotics that have these pretty cool designs on it. In a thick-ish black line is a slightly squashed circle with a small design in it. Reminds me of the THRUSH's logo. But I didn't realise as I ate lunch with my friends until later, that when I muttered to myself "Now where's my THRUSH pills?" the reaction it would get. Trust my friends to have selective hearing. Trying to explain it was a pop culture reference to my deprived mates didn't do me much good either.
I never realised how big my nose was before getting my new camera. And awkward. I nearly knocked myself out trying to get my eye to the viewfinder up in Katoomba, and today doing macro photography I seriously considered forcefully removing it. Every time I zoom in, look carefully in the viewfinder (closely, as I trust my eyesight isnt as it once was)... BAM! My nose wobbles the camera and every thing goes BLUR. Didn't help that Kitty Micha wanted to help.
Speaking of photography, my computer ate my really good shots from days back the night before my surgery. And when I mean ate, I mean, "Delete off memory card AND computer AND temporary files AND cache" eat. Now all I have is the memories of my first good shots. NOT THAT LUCKY. So today I tried to redo some... didn't work out as well. The orginal Brandy Rose had died and today was cloudy: not good light. And I'm an amature. Not yet beyond flower macros >.< Best ones today: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six.
In other news, I asked my very british avian-fan friend about birds. He is such a sweet, ignorant and innocent little thing (even though he's my age, if not older) that he is the only person I know who can get away with saying anything that anyone else would get clobbered for. Just imagine him as the most unassuming lilting british accent you can think of. After a long recount of a bird legend, we somehow got onto Tits, Boobys, and Cock on the Rocks. Now, I have heard of tits and boobys (birds), but I had never heard of the last one. So I ask him: "And where would you find a Cock on the Rocks?" To which he replies, "In a naughty magazine."
I don't know why, but this was so adorably funny.
Even funnier than that time many years ago (we were 13?) when he very, very innocently commented to us one lesson that his "cocks were feeling a bit limp, so he had to get some special feed to perk them up again."
if Sasha gets fatter and fatter,
I tell her she surely will soon,
either roll on the ground like a barrel,
or float aloft like a balloon.
I did the "Fun" Romance Covers from the Romance Cover Generator. They were fun, so I'll just post them here:
I am so lame... xD
Wise words of today...
... NOT. Haha!
Now with links to pictures.
Em asked me today what would happen if she punched my jaw. My exact reaction was: "Yeah... I'd punch you back."
I'm on these antibiotics that have these pretty cool designs on it. In a thick-ish black line is a slightly squashed circle with a small design in it. Reminds me of the THRUSH's logo. But I didn't realise as I ate lunch with my friends until later, that when I muttered to myself "Now where's my THRUSH pills?" the reaction it would get. Trust my friends to have selective hearing. Trying to explain it was a pop culture reference to my deprived mates didn't do me much good either.
I never realised how big my nose was before getting my new camera. And awkward. I nearly knocked myself out trying to get my eye to the viewfinder up in Katoomba, and today doing macro photography I seriously considered forcefully removing it. Every time I zoom in, look carefully in the viewfinder (closely, as I trust my eyesight isnt as it once was)... BAM! My nose wobbles the camera and every thing goes BLUR. Didn't help that Kitty Micha wanted to help.
Speaking of photography, my computer ate my really good shots from days back the night before my surgery. And when I mean ate, I mean, "Delete off memory card AND computer AND temporary files AND cache" eat. Now all I have is the memories of my first good shots. NOT THAT LUCKY. So today I tried to redo some... didn't work out as well. The orginal Brandy Rose had died and today was cloudy: not good light. And I'm an amature. Not yet beyond flower macros >.< Best ones today: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six.
In other news, I asked my very british avian-fan friend about birds. He is such a sweet, ignorant and innocent little thing (even though he's my age, if not older) that he is the only person I know who can get away with saying anything that anyone else would get clobbered for. Just imagine him as the most unassuming lilting british accent you can think of. After a long recount of a bird legend, we somehow got onto Tits, Boobys, and Cock on the Rocks. Now, I have heard of tits and boobys (birds), but I had never heard of the last one. So I ask him: "And where would you find a Cock on the Rocks?" To which he replies, "In a naughty magazine."
I don't know why, but this was so adorably funny.
Even funnier than that time many years ago (we were 13?) when he very, very innocently commented to us one lesson that his "cocks were feeling a bit limp, so he had to get some special feed to perk them up again."
if Sasha gets fatter and fatter,
I tell her she surely will soon,
either roll on the ground like a barrel,
or float aloft like a balloon.
I did the "Fun" Romance Covers from the Romance Cover Generator. They were fun, so I'll just post them here:
I am so lame... xD
Wise words of today...
... NOT. Haha!