I need to curtail the exclamation points. Seriously, nothing is ever that exciting.
Well. I know I always say "it's not the equipment, it's the jerk behind the lens" or words or insults to that effect and I suppose this weekend I decided to prove it.
I took the D60 to the meet on Sunday, complete with a new Speedlite which I alsostole borrowed am currently using, and a new SD card that I got for Guavidad (buried wrist deep in a large box of candy) and there I was all ready to go. Well, as it turns out, a flash will only work if you turn it on. Imagine that! So all of my pictures turned out blurry AND muddy, two for one! I would have actually done better with my SD400 since I know its limitations and I have the tripod for it. Huurrrrrrrrrr.
[I'll replace this with actual gorgeous full color blurs and impressionistic photos later -- Done!]
Word on the street was that the last meet, at Griffith Park, didn't go very well. I had heard about it right afterward from three different old-timers. The oldies singled out one person in particular that they all Ewwwww-ed over and each of them, and I'd spoken to each person individually at different times, told me that the newbies were whiny, stupid and disrespectful. I found that rather shocking and also not believable. The word from the newbies at the meet on Sunday was that the people from the Griffith Park meet were not very nice or polite and that it felt a little cliqueish. That I did believe. Everyone was living large and having a good time until a later arrival, previously seen at the Griffith Park meet, stopped in. If I hadn't been there, I would not have believed it. What had been a buzzing hive of chatter and laughing suddenly went completely quiet. Like when the crickets are going full tilt and you suddenly walk outside, that kind of quiet. I was looking at the newbies and trying to figure out what was going on but most of them just suddenly did that shifty-downcast-eyed nervous thing and packed up their gear and left. I felt really bad for them, especially since one of them was talking to me afterward about trying to plan the next meet through private messaging only. Poor things.
Yesterday, for reasons unknown, I was gripped with madness and bought a doll I had no interest in whatsoever. In fact, if someone had held up a picture of this doll, I don't think I would have even been able to identify it, that is how uninterested in it I was. I was so surprised by what I had (obviously, somnambulistically) done, that I went to bed without paying for it, convinced that I was having some kind of fever dream and I would awaken then next morning and realize I wasn't that stupid.
This morning, no dice. Instead, I found out that eBay had tallied that Buy It Now You Damn Fool purchase into my "ebay Bucks" which spat out a certificate last night as well. So I used it to pay for the stupid fucking doll this morning and got another credit towards my eBay Bucks! Dude! The seller is not a doll seller, he sells, like, BAPE shirts and stuff and my "EMS from Japan" package is apparently being shipped by "USPS Priority Mail." I am totally going to receive a Takara box full of rocks and cigarette butts, I already know.
I took the D60 to the meet on Sunday, complete with a new Speedlite which I also
[I'll replace this with actual gorgeous full color blurs and impressionistic photos later -- Done!]
Word on the street was that the last meet, at Griffith Park, didn't go very well. I had heard about it right afterward from three different old-timers. The oldies singled out one person in particular that they all Ewwwww-ed over and each of them, and I'd spoken to each person individually at different times, told me that the newbies were whiny, stupid and disrespectful. I found that rather shocking and also not believable. The word from the newbies at the meet on Sunday was that the people from the Griffith Park meet were not very nice or polite and that it felt a little cliqueish. That I did believe. Everyone was living large and having a good time until a later arrival, previously seen at the Griffith Park meet, stopped in. If I hadn't been there, I would not have believed it. What had been a buzzing hive of chatter and laughing suddenly went completely quiet. Like when the crickets are going full tilt and you suddenly walk outside, that kind of quiet. I was looking at the newbies and trying to figure out what was going on but most of them just suddenly did that shifty-downcast-eyed nervous thing and packed up their gear and left. I felt really bad for them, especially since one of them was talking to me afterward about trying to plan the next meet through private messaging only. Poor things.
Yesterday, for reasons unknown, I was gripped with madness and bought a doll I had no interest in whatsoever. In fact, if someone had held up a picture of this doll, I don't think I would have even been able to identify it, that is how uninterested in it I was. I was so surprised by what I had (obviously, somnambulistically) done, that I went to bed without paying for it, convinced that I was having some kind of fever dream and I would awaken then next morning and realize I wasn't that stupid.
This morning, no dice. Instead, I found out that eBay had tallied that Buy It Now You Damn Fool purchase into my "ebay Bucks" which spat out a certificate last night as well. So I used it to pay for the stupid fucking doll this morning and got another credit towards my eBay Bucks! Dude! The seller is not a doll seller, he sells, like, BAPE shirts and stuff and my "EMS from Japan" package is apparently being shipped by "USPS Priority Mail." I am totally going to receive a Takara box full of rocks and cigarette butts, I already know.
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