I have vision, it’s just blurry behind the lens

I added Roommates # 1 and 3’s sites to the permanent link list (at the right) in case you’d like some outside opinions of what a jerk I am (eh… I just give back what people put in. You’ll note that there are just as many people that think I’m the greatest person ever as think the opposite).Oh, and Roommate #1, if you read this site, you’re just bound to hear lots of repetitions. I speak my wisdom to those not lucky enough to be able to read it from several thousand miles away.

So strange… pictures. I like pictures. I even took a semester of photojournalism and learned how to take, develop, and print my own pictures, I just don’t think in pictures anymore. I did back in high school, but I sort of grew away from that. And despite the fact that I carry my camera everywhere now, I just don’t care to take very many photographs.

I blame the subject matter. I mean, I don’t like pictures that are posed for and I hate scenery, so what else is there? That’s right, action shots of people who don’t know they’re being photographed. But if they don’t know (and can’t, else they’ll shy away or do some stupid pose), then how can they set up good pictures for me and you?
They can’t so they don’t.
So really, it’s their fault. Not mine. Pfft! Stupid humans..

Last Year: Ind e-Pen XXXIII
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Right is Relative to Left

Okay, North Americans drive on the right side of the road, right?I use right in the sense that it’s not left.

But here they drive on the left-hand side of the road. So if they don’t drive on the right side of the road, they must drive on the wrong side of the road, right?

I know I’m equivocating, but it’s just crazy getting used to looking Right THEN Left.

I can’t do it. I’ve worked myself down to right, then left, then right again, but I just keep thinking I’m going to be run over.

Knowing my luck, I’m going to get back to the states, step outside the airport and get run down by a bread truck.

(It’s funny, because I have good luck and I’d consider that turn of events to be fortunate, seeing as getting run over by a bread truck is my all-time favorite way to die)

Last Year: Ind e-Pen XXXIII
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