Same pony, twice the tricks

First: Same old game, spitting venomous hate speech into the ethers of Cyberspace.

Second: I have received an awesome-as-shit camera for my birfday, and will now be augmenting this already off-the-chain-badass page with weird pictures. Get your damn self ready for a whole new angle with which to view the things which piss me off. Just to prove I can do it, this first series of digital eye orgasms are a couple of tests to see how much light I need before the auto-flash will stop. I could just turn it off, but since I don't know what I am doing, the pictures wind up blurry if I force the flash off when the camera wants it. I suppose if there isn't enough light the gnome which lives inside the machine can't see all good enough to draw the pictures he sees when the shutter opens. These were all taken from my desk chair, which is quite possibly the most enviable travel destination this, or any, holiday season. Next Guy Fawkes day, maybe you too will have the funds to come take pictures of the filth I live in.


I pointed the camera directly into the light... I am not sure if you are supposed do that.


Opus 13, journal about my feelings, book about 1500c French art, pocket dictionary, olde tyme essays about muzac, Finale manual, flotsam... le Sacre is buried somewheres in that sum'bitch.


See that black and white piece of cloth beneath the dryer sheet and the Beethoven... that, my friend, is a real imitation Miyagi-Do dojo headband (as worn by Ralph Macchio) from the special edition Karate Kid DVD... jealous much?


Book shelf... wanted to see if I could clear the picture up enough to read the titles by using my leet hacking skills on the photo-editing program that my compooter came with.