Unrequited Love, and My True Calling
You think based on that title that this is going to be some boring, sappy entry, don't you? Well relax. I'm not that way at all.
I love the camera; the camera hates me.
It's very rare that an actually good picture of little ol' me shows up on my camera's viewscreen. No. I've inevitably got an eye closed, or some look on my face like a deer in headlights, or a couple of extra chins, or its taken at such an angle that my thighs appear to weigh 150 pounds each, or whatever. Its always bad. This is because I never know, based upon how my face feels, how it looks. Can any of us? I don't know, but I sure as hell can't. So the camera comes around and I'm all OMG! Face...is...twisting...into...some...kind...of...pained...expression...eye...closing, extra...chins...appearing... *click*
So it hates me. For all the millions of pictures I take of everybody else, I can't take one of myself. But I try to look at the bright side (glass is always half-full with me!). Take, for example, today's find. Imagine my lack of surprise when I opened this particular photographic abomination:
Upon seeing this photo, I now realize I have misssed my calling all these years!
I should have joined a cult! I should be singing songs and riding on a bus and wearing the same jumpsuit as everyone else!
Sure, of course I'll cut up some pigs for you, Chuckles, how do I look? =D
I love the camera; the camera hates me.
It's very rare that an actually good picture of little ol' me shows up on my camera's viewscreen. No. I've inevitably got an eye closed, or some look on my face like a deer in headlights, or a couple of extra chins, or its taken at such an angle that my thighs appear to weigh 150 pounds each, or whatever. Its always bad. This is because I never know, based upon how my face feels, how it looks. Can any of us? I don't know, but I sure as hell can't. So the camera comes around and I'm all OMG! Face...is...twisting...into...some...kind...of...pained...expression...eye...closing, extra...chins...appearing... *click*
So it hates me. For all the millions of pictures I take of everybody else, I can't take one of myself. But I try to look at the bright side (glass is always half-full with me!). Take, for example, today's find. Imagine my lack of surprise when I opened this particular photographic abomination:
Upon seeing this photo, I now realize I have misssed my calling all these years!
I should have joined a cult! I should be singing songs and riding on a bus and wearing the same jumpsuit as everyone else!
Sure, of course I'll cut up some pigs for you, Chuckles, how do I look? =D