ALL THE REST OF THE MOVIE RATINGS ?Ǭª
Hi, hello. Things are good. How are you? I’ve seen some movies in the last month and a half that you might want to know about. I’m not sure when I’ll get back to the regularly scheduled program but you’ll know when it happens. I might actually take a photo again at some point.
Way back on December 6th, 2006 Christian Cunningham wrote: “So my prediction? Happy Feet will be taking home the Oscar for best animated picture this year. You heard it here first. Ben made it a beautifully lit film, and if it doesn’t? I’m going over to the Academy building and throw eggs at it. You heard that here first too.”
What did I tell you? You were all, “No way ‘Cars’ is going to win!”, and I was all “What do you know? Fool!” and stopped being your friend. I was so confident I didn’t even go buy the eggs.
Ok, so wow, been awhile for a post. Where do I begin? I’ve almost forgotten some of the things that have gone on and how to do this. That’s why I hate letting things get behind. I’ll explain the above photo in a minute. So let’s see. At the end of the day last Tuesday I got an email from friend Diane about going to see the show “Wicked” at the Pantages. Ya see she works at a little magazine called “Variety” and gets all sorts of perks like, oh I don’t know, red carpet premieres, opening night at big Broadway musicals along with catered after parties, etc. The way I benefit is her husband, and also former work friend Greg, doesn’t always want to go or it’s just too far. I live across the street and can be there in minutes so I occasionally benefit just by proximity!
Wicked was quite good. It is a big cheeseball Broadway musical but it’s hard not to like it. The music was weak, but the stages, costumes, and story were phenomenal. Reason alone to go see it. Very tricky the way they did the story. The back story of the witches from The Wizard of Oz. Well done. Of course, not that we needed to know the back story of the witches from The Wizard of Oz. But still… very well done. And the monkeys!! Why is the idea of flying monkeys so freaky? Since it was opening night a lot of stars were there. So, let’s go down the list (google it yourself, I’m lazy), sitting next to me was Eve Ensler, and then Rosario Dawson. In front of me was Tony Shaloub, he from the shows Wings and Monk, next to him was his wife Brooke Adams, and next to them was Patricia Heaton (boo, she and her nutty political commercials can go away), across the theater was Sean Astin, and then there were a couple of others called Halle Berry and Salma Hayak. Not sure who they are but not everybody can be a-list stars. How’s that for some name droppin’?
After the show ended we drove over to Hollywood & Highland for the after party. Had a few things to eat and more than a few desserts. Not good to eat that at 1 in the morning but, ya know. Since you usually don’t know anyone so you just stand around with a plate of food and your drink and act like you’re supposed to be there. Pulled it off, I think. The Fruit Loop treats were particularly good. Like Rice Krispy Treats but made with Fruit Loops.
Then on Friday work handed out bottles of Champagne for the Oscars. Imageworks has two chances this year, Superman for best visual effects and Monster House for best animated film. Neither will win. Ha! Just the way it is folks. Friday for lunch Bau and I rode down to the beach and I once again got a flat tire on my stupid #$%&@! bike! That’s it, it’s new bike time. I think there’s too much glass or something on the path we take, need bigger badder wheels and knobbier tires. Got the tube swapped out and then ate at Rubios with some fish tacos and burritos. The order taker was a liitle clueless as my name became Crist and amazingly Bau’s somehow became “Bowl”. Yes they were actually saying that over the microphone… “Bowl?” “Bowl? Your order is ready?” “Bowl?” Ha ha. Sure enough our strange new names were on the receipts.
Ok, and then what? I guess that’s it. The family slides have finally arrived and today I showed my dad how to use my scanner and now the monumental task of scanning in the 400 or so slides has begun. Fortunately I don’t have to do it. He went home with the scanner and I fully expect a call tonight wondering why it doesn’t work now that he has it home. So anyway with a few test runs I scanned in these two images. The above photo from 1968 with me on the end and my sister in the green shirt being stupid. My first reaction was that apparantly I wasn’t invited to join the little lineup and hold hands for the photo. Just standing back there in my button down shirt and diapers on the sidewalk. That’s a look that’ll always be timeless. What a loser. The photo to the side is me rockin’ a red cowboy hat and riding some feral horse that a random guy brought through the neighborhood to exploit. I doubt you can even do that anymore. How great is that VW van in the background? It’s like we’re munchkin Dead Heads on our way up to see Jefferson Airplane, The Grateful Dead and Canned Heat at The Winterland in San Francisco.
There will be a rather large gallery of these goodies at some point. So beware of a large dose of the blond haired cowboy kid making an appearance sometime soon. Insert a whip crack and the song Rawhide wherever you see fit.
Setlist: Things That Scare Me, Favorite, Dirty Knife, Soulful Shade of Blue, Set Out Running, Buckets of Rain, Star Witness, Margaret vs. Pauline, Maybe Sparrow, The Tigers Have Spoken, I Wish I Was the Moon, If You Knew, Hex, Hold On, Hold On, Teenage Feeling, Deep Red Bells.
Encores: Lady Pilot, John Saw That Number.
Oh Neko. Ok, first thing was as I was on my way over and Michael texted me wondering if I was there yet but I was on the road, so I was able to tell him I was on my way. JD was there already too. As I got in the area all of the parking lots were full and it was just nuts around there. The musical Wicked was going on across the street so it was a busy night in Hollywood. After parking a few blocks away there was a line going around the building. Still! It was 9:45 and doors opened at 8. Yikes.
It went fast and I was able to get in just in time to find Michael and JD and for Neko to come out on stage to introduce Porter Wagoner and Marty Stuart. Two legendary artists bringing the Opry to Los Angeles for a set. Porter came out in a purple suit with all sorts of sparkles all over it. With his grey hair and tall stature he looked rather regal. They did a half an hour set and were joined on stage by Billy Bob Thorton and Dwight Yoakam as their backing band. Billy Bob was hilarious and in the most sparkling vest this side of the Rio Grande. Here’s a [full review] over at [LAist] with the photo of the kiddies having fun.
Oh, and then… guess what happened? Yeah! Good guess! Neko came out!! Ha! Amazing, and she didn’t open with Favorite! Thank God! Although she put it in the second slot. I love the song but what a lousy song to open a concert. The band was the usual suspects, Rauhouse, Rigby, Tom V. Ray, the dude on drums whose name I always forget, and Rachel Flotard on backing vocals instead of Kelly Hogan. Which is a big mistake. Because I like Kelly. Where’s Kelly? Boo.
Short of that, excellent show! 18 song set focused primarily on Fox Confessor and the Tigers album, but she dusted off “Set Out Running” from Furnace Room Lullaby which was great to hear. Nothing from the first album, 1 from Furnace, 4 from Blacklisted, 1 from Canadian Amp, 4 from Tigers, 7 from Fox Confessor and Dylan’s Buckets of Rain that she had been doing for years. My only complaints are Neko was really quiet throughout the show. Normally she’s very animated and cracking jokes left and right and I think that had to do with Kelly not being there.
The other very cool thing about Neko shows is she very supportive of artists and always has interesting old school tour posters. I particularly liked this one so I picked it up. Unlike the show in San Francisco a couple years ago when I waited until after the show and they were sold out. Just checked out the [site of the artist] and she has a lot of nice scratchboard work. Something else to get framed. Running out of room really quickly. Ya know the ceiling is a bit of an unexplored space…
All that really matters is she sang “I Wish I Was the Moon”.
In an effort to push down the boring movie reviews and rather disturbing styrofaom heads I figured I should go out and actually use my camera tonight. Over at Hollywood & Highland they have the Oscars on display and I knew Ennio Morricone’s Oscar was there so I thought I’d go have a look. It’s about time they just gave him one. I mean, The Mission, come on. Right there was one the most deserving efforts ever. Loved the movie, but that score made it an epic. Ever see Star Wars without the score? Exactly. So, Ennio Morricone’s Oscar, I saw it before he did, it’s about time, and why doesn’t he ever come to Los Angeles and strike up the band? I’m beggin’ here. Come on, the Hollywood Bowl, under the stars, wine and cheese, we’ll hang out, it’ll be fun Ennio. Then you can crash at my place and tell me Clint Eastwood stories til the sun comes up then we’ll go have brekkie at the IHOP.
*KERCHUNK…..* ???
Oh great… now I’m sitting here in total darkness as the power just took a death wheeze. L.A., modern day city with third world power. Looks like it’s the whole neighborhood as I can see little candles lighting up in all the windows. So total darkness except for my trusty laptop. Probably should go light some of my candles. The street lights seem to be working so maybe I’ll do some of the dishes that are near that window. Hmmm… can’t get online either. Everyone’s wireless networks are down. Somewhere in the dark two smoke alarms are beeping. When the power goes out they go to battery power and if your battery’s low it beeps really high and shrill. Oh dear, what do I do? Welcome to pre-electricity. Maybe I’ll go churn the soil with my ox. No moon, can’t see. I don’t really have an ox. Wow, dark is pretty dark now that I can’t see anything.
Maybe I should get up? Hello… ow, my head. Where are the matches? I don’t think this is getting fixed anytime soon. Maybe I’ll walk over to the cafe and post this. 10:51pm. Goodnight.
Rather mellow trip this time out. We left on time Friday nght and stopped once for a short break but got to Mammoth about midnight. Got unpacked and then just sat around chatting until about 2am. Slept about 6 hours and then got up and hit the slopes about 10. Met up with Michelle, Dean, Cody, John, Kevin and a few others for a few runs but then headed off by myself. I needed a little more, eh hem, challenging runs. Ha! So off I went to the top of the mountain. Good day of skiing though. After skiing all day met up with Sean and Jill at the Austria House and had a few drinks. Some mullled cider and such and then headed over to one of the rooms and had dinner where I had more wine and we all sat around talking about… hmmm… pretty much everything but work. Skiing all day + a warm shower + a large plate of pesto pasta + 5 glasses of wine + a fireplace = me asleep at 8:30.
Sunday, Duff and I decided to go shooting but didn’t really get much accomplished so we found a deli and grabbed some breakfast while it snowed away outside. Headed back up the gondola and I took off and did a little hiking around the area just to wait for the bus. We’re leaving at 3:30pm. Good times. Cold and snowy all day. It’s nice out though as it has that muffled sound whenever snow is falling. Clickin’ the pic will get ya snowflakes. Video snippets of the whole weekend. Back home tonight to regularly scheduled programming.
Now that I feel up to it… Headed down to Santa Monica this afternoon and went to a big sorta photo gallery trade show something or other. I’m not sure what it was but there were a ton of galleries on hand showing the work of the artists they represent. So that was quite good and there was a lot of work that I actually liked. The costs of some of these photographs I thought was pretty high. Not that they can’t command it, but you can buy paintings for some of the same prices and they’re originals not a series of prints. The most expensive print there… an Imogen Cunningham for $36,0000. Wow. Please be a long lost great great aunt or something. I think the print was from the 40’s.
Ran into Blaine from work, who said, “I was going to call you..!” But, ya see, he didn’t. So I gave him the sarcastic face, with an “uh huh, yeah.” Next weekend is Art L.A. which I’m going to try and hit on lunch Friday.
Afterwards I walked down to the beach to check out the “Arlington West” display. It’s a set of crosses and caskets that have been set up each weekend by the pier. One for each soldier who has died in Iraq. Needless to say it’s getting quite big. Then walked down to the water and wandered around the pilings for a bit. Got tired, along with having a lingering cough, so came home for the rest of the night.
And now for something completely boring…
This week every year the Visual Effects Bake-Offs are held to determine who gets into the final three for the larger Academy to vote on for the Oscars. All week the sound editors, visual effects artists and makeup and hair stylists all get together and choose who’s best. Or, the least sucky on bad years.
It’s a Hollywood tradition since the 40’s but they didn’t get their name “Bake-Offs” until Kay Rose, the first woman Oscar winner for sound editing, coined the term. It’s titled that because of the blue-ribbon like atmosphere in which the best work of the year is shown to a group of peers in 15 minute reels and then judged. There are no pies or killer brownies involved.
It’s one night where the vfx people get to come out of their dark gopher hole offices and display their lousy social skills. So the way it works is the Visual Effects Supervisor gets up and introduces the 15 minute clip. He talks about; what they had to do, some of the challenges, what’s on the reel and who was involved. There’s a little red light on the stage next to them that lights up when their time is up. Some get a little long winded. Then they show the 15 minute clip. After the clip all of the FX Supervisors come up and say a few more things and answer any questions. Then the little red light comes on again and they have to get off the stage. This goes on for 7 fims so it makes for a long night. The great thing is that all of the really awesome effects are shown in one 15 minute blow out reel. It’s just a night of eye candy. Screw the plot, it’s all about explosions! All those films where you go *ugh* that was terrible but the effects were great? *cough*poseidon*cough* What, what? Someone say something? Well, this is the perfect way of seeing those films.
I think it’s pretty cut and dry this year as to which will be the three finalists and which will win. So my guess as to the final three will be X-Men, Superman Returns and Pirates of the Caribbean. There’s just no way Pirates isn’t going to go on to win the Oscar. The Davey Jones cg characters are so perfectly done it’s frightening. Great great great. Should probably see the movie now as I’ve fallen asleep everytime I’ve started it. Starting a movie at 1am is futile. The first hour is good.
And in other exciting news my friend Keith is back at the South Pole doing rocket science type stuff. Working on the IceCube project and searching for things called Neutrinos. [South Poler]
It’s about time this thing came out. I kept hearing about people seeing the billboard around town but had yet to see it until tonight. A great fun group of people worked on it. How’s the movie? Dunno. Taking a wait and see approach on this one. (edit: Yeah, the wait to see has taken 10 months.)
From the trailer, “Any man who sells his soul for love has the power to change the world.”
Oh dear. Not another victim of a bad deal with the wiley Devil. OK, so maybe it won’t be a snappy dialogue movie, but it does have flames, skulls, wraiths, motorcycles and Peter Fonda as the Devil.
Hit the desert for a few days and I can honestly say it’s rather strange being off of the grid. As in no computer and no phone at all. No access if I even wanted it. Strangest is no cell phone. No signal whatsoever. You kind of look down at your phone, “…that can’t be?” There’s nobody here.
The tree above was huge, for a joshua, and had a really full canopy. Which is unusual as they usually just have a few arms coming off and occasionally topple because they get out of balance. Hiked around a lot and shot a photo of this Scottish gentleman who said “Can you shoot a photo of me, they’ll never believe this back home!” He was all jazzed about the dam. A small reservoir built in the 1900’s. Not sure why he was all excited but he’s got the picture now. Hung out a bit at Cap Rock and remembered the truly bizarre happening of Gram Parker’s body being stolen from LAX airport, driven out here and set alight at the base of the rocks. Classic weirdness. Full story here [LINK].
Stayed at a little motel in 29 Palms and as I was leaving, I checked under the bed to make sure I didn’t kick anything under it, what did I find? A DVD of Pam Anderson’s movie “Barb Wire”. There are some things in life you don’t want even if they’re free.
[Watts Towers, Los Angeles – Info]
L.A.’s own Antoni Gaudi. A skeletal Sagrada Familia in the heart of South Central. Called up [ Adnan ] this morning and we headed over to the Watts Towers. This is one of those places I’ve been meaning to go to my entire life. Lot’s of elementary school trips went but for some reason ours didn’t. Somehow I’ve managed to fail at getting there until now. A couple weeks ago I tried and it was closed. Finally! I was hardly disappointed, in fact it was really amazing how intricate all of Simon’s work was.
We had a tour time of 12:30 and you only get a half an hour inside but I think it was plenty actually. $7.00 for entry and a rather rehearsed dialogue by the tour guide. Not too bad really. I saw a horrible documentary on the towers last year but at least I learned some of the history. I was more interested in just looking around and seeing it close up. It’s a very small area so half an hour is more than enough time. The towers are a very Los Angeles centric curiousity. I grew up knowing all about them and little 4’10” Simon Rodia but I’m not sure how much is known about them outside the city. I know it’s in guide books and such but Watts is probably more known for its troubles than its towers.
After the tour we went and sat in the adjacent mini amphitheater and Adnan broke out his watercolors and did a quick sketch of the towers. I watched a sky writer in a plane start to write “WHO W..” then the wind blew it away. A little community theater group was setting up for some performance. It looked liked something straight out of “Waiting for Guffman”. We sat out there for over an hour as it was soooo nice out just laying in the sun and not a cloud in the sky. Let’s see, we talked about Godzilla, Pakastani music, online daters, animation and what we’re doing after Beowulf is over next October. And that was that.
I’d write the whole story about how I was kicked out of here for *taking pictures of people* (oh please) but that’s all that really needs to be said. It was the standard “private property” excuse and so on. So don’t go to Grand Central Market to shoot photos or security will hassle you. In fact, just don’t go, screw them. Go to the much more friendly Olvera Street for lunch. Super secret, but if you rollover the photo you’ll see those people I was allegedly taking pictures of. Shhh… I’m a spy.
And all the old pages on the site are totally wonky. Links broken (script just fixed), image sizes whacked, general html mayhem going on. User descretion advised. That’s a whole night of fixin’ that I could really do without. Someone want to do it? I’ll give you something cool.
[The Bradbury Building, Downtown Los Angeles – Info]
So, yeah. I know. It’s really big. But when I first started this website 6 years ago it was a place for my stuff. Photography in general, but whatever came along would be welcomed. Then I got all chatty for some reason and since it’s harder to read light type on dark backgrounds, I switched it. Then I was never quite happy with the the look of the photos against the light background. Also that all of the photos are really too small. That reallly bugged me. So, I’m compromising the text legibility side of it to have the darker background with larger photos. That just means wider paragraphs and light type. Most people are now on systems that have at least 1280 screens so why should I neuter the page width for those still in 1995?
Many times I’ve also contemplated changing the domain name because it’s so incredibly pretentious sounding, but it’s not if you actually know the source of the name. OK, maybe it’s still pretentious, but fine. It came from a little band out of Lancaster, Pennsylvania called The Innocence Mission. They wrote a song called “You Chase the Light” about a painter husband and a working wife. It’s a conversation back and forth about her having to work the day while he’d spend his days down at the beach chasing the light with his canvas. Girls on the beach with their crinolines and parasols. It’s all rather Renoir sounding and one of my favorite songs, but I’m fairly comfortable with the name now so it shall stay. I have a good feeling about 2007, and here we are.
Got up this morning and walked over to the cafe Savor in Noe Valley and met up with Willo again for breakfast. We were all pretty beat from the night before. Good to see her again after having known her through our websites for about 4 years and first meeting her when she came down to L.A. about a year and half ago.
After breakfast we picked up Shine and headed out to the Sutro Baths for a little hike around the rocks and paths. Kinda touristed it up again. Made up some things to shoot, which Shine being the wallflower wanted no part of. Jill, the ham, is pretty much up for anything so she shows up in most everybody’s photos. Later we got some clam chowder in a sourdough bowl and also went out to Yerba Buena island to shoot some more photos.
After getting back to Jill’s they headed out to a party and I headed over to the kayaking place. I needed to be tere at 10pm to get suited up for the midnight kayak trip out to see the fireworks on the bay. It wasn’t nearly as cold as I thought it might be. With all the layers I was perfectly warm. but… slipping the kayaking into the black waters was a whole other thing. I’m fairly confident in a kayak but I had a single so I was all on my own with nothing but a little blue light. There were about 20 kayaks out and it was fun to come up underneath the Bay Bridge and just see how massive it is. Spent most of the time out by the second tower waiting for the fireworks. Pretty weird to be paddling along in the dark and hear something break the surface and blow out a bunch of air like a whale. Just a sea lion going by but when they’re right next to your little kayak they just seem huge. Great to see though.
I was paddling around in circles when the fireworks started. I had my back to them and the concussion you feel in your body is just amazing. You don’t realize how powerful they are until you can feel them and smell them. Anyway it was great and beautiful to be out on the water with the bridge the cityscape and the fireworks. Because I was out playing around in the kayak I’m not in any of the official photos… [CITY KAYAKS’ FLICKR SET]
Got back to Jill’s and they were still at the party. Crashed in a matter of minutes.
New Years Day on my way back to the airport I got to hit the Reclination Party at Keith and Shelli’s. Basically a come eat some carbs to cure your hang over party and greet the first day of the year. I’ve adopted a lot of their friends as my own now and they even applauded as I entered! Thank you, thank you, thank you… =) Funny. Keith took me me over to the train station and I headed to the airport. Much easier flight home.
Have a great year!
Spent the day being a tourist with Shine and Jill today before hitting the Flaming Lips show. sonicliving.com was having a little pre-show get together at Jade Bar by City Hall. I called up fellow Flickrer and website friend Willo, of willotoons.com, and she was also headed over to the bar. So I dragged Shine and Jill along and was able to chat with Willo and her gang of show ho’s for a bit. Then we got all hungry and walked about 5 huge city blocks to Blondies Pizza for some pre show cheap eats. That made us run a bit late so we missed Cat Power. Got there in time to see Gnarls Barkley though. Hmmm… dunno they’re such a fad. There’s just no real sincerity there. Sorry, move along guys.
The Flaming Lips were amazing. It was very balloony. Really do love that band. The video is totally unedited, because it’s for me anyway, and I want to see it all. Pffftttt… I could watch this video all day. People around were all yelling “put it on youtube, put it on youtube!” I’ll get around to it.
Finally, caught up. The videos just finished processing so let’s go.
Let’s see, how to get from Christmas Eve to January 1st? Just the facts I suppose. Christmas Eve we lost Kelsie, the last of the family dogs, so that put a damper on whole day. She just went out to her big house and was gone. No warning, nothing. Total sweetheart of a dog. She will be missed.
By the end of the day on Christmas I was completely ill. I was bed ridden the next 3 days straight and only went out once to have sushi with Chris and Jen. The Miso soup helped a lot. I was supposed to leave Tuesday on a road trip but ended up having to buy a plane ticket to Oakland for Friday with the hopes that I’d be even remotely better. So I just tried to sleep the sickness out of me. Also I went to download my flashcard and it was damaged somehow so I lost a bunch of photos and the flashcard.
Friday afternoon came and I hobbled my way to the airport and my flight was cancelled. The next flight they put me on was delayed. Then when I was on the plane the flight attendent asked me three times if I wanted something to drink. ? I told her a diet coke each time finding it odd she had such a lousy memory. Then when she came back with the tray she looked at me and said, “…and you didn’t order anything right?” What?! I thought she was joking. Nope. All told it took me 7 1/2 hours from door to door to get to San Francisco. I could have driven it faster. Took the train into the city and Jill picked me up at the McDonald’s in the Mission. We went out to El Farolito for some late night burritos and got caught up on the latest with her. Gonna couch surf at her place for the next few nights and do the New Years thing up here. Drove up to Twin Peaks to get some shots of the city and after a really long day I was out in a few minutes. zzzzzzzzzzzzz….
I was handed this box of soda by my parents who were more than happy to part with it and eager to see me drink them. Whenever someone wants to feed you something AND watch, avoid that at all costs! They also got it from someone else. So now this box of soda has traveled probably a 100 or so miles. Maybe more by the time I hand this devil juice off to someone else.
So Jones Soda is a slightly edgy soda company from Canada who is pushing the limits of soda flavors. I got the box home and it’s basically a Christmas dinner in liquid form. A vomitous, vile, urine tinted Christmas dinner. Tonight with dinner I thought I’d do a side by side taste test to see which one tasted least like the floor around a urinal. I’m just guessing at the last statement but you just kinda just know what that might taste like if you were to slip and fall and land face first with your tongue out. And to be fair to each entree, I took a swig of water between each soda to dilute the poison.
The Playas…
Turkey & Gravy Soda: Hmmm… smells nasty coming up to the nose. Ack, tastes like… well grass, and then gravy and I do detect a little bubbly meat flavor. The after taste is strong, really strong, like drinking musk cologne. I’m predicting right now this won’t win.
Sweet Potato Soda: Ok, not too bad. But then again it’s competition is the six worst drinks ever concocted. Slight sweet taste going in, nasty butt after taste. I don’t even like sweet potatos and now even more so.
Pea Soda: Ooooofah. Pea soda. See right there? Not the little green ones. Ok, none of these so far taste like what they’re supposed to taste like. At least Jelly Bellies kinda get it right. This is AWFUL!!
Dinner Roll Soda: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Oh My God!!! Somebody call the cops!! I only got one small swig down and even that kinda came back up. The consolation is that the cap said “Good news is on the way”. Let’s hope so! This is the soda for you if you need to pull off that epic spit-take.
Antacid Flavored Soda: Wait, what? Something’s different about this one. It says it’s Antacid “flavored”, the others just boldly claim they are Turkey & Gravy, or Pea. And, it’s, it’s, it’s kinda… ok. I mean, I hate it. But not as much hate as the other 4! Wow it’s so terrible and yet so much better at the same time!?
Far and away the winner was the Antacid Flavored Soda! It wasn’t even close, in fact the rest of the pack was still stuck back at the gate. It’s pink color would be the first hint. It’s different. It’s pink so it’s mentally not urine. Cotton candy urine maybe. And as the bottle cap said on the Antacid Flavored Soda… “Encourage tranquility if you are feeling agitated”. Indeed.
OK, you Canadians, very funny. You’re just drinkin’ beer and then peeing back into the bottles, slapping a label on them and sending them back across the border.
Anybody want this crap? Free shipping.
Renaissance Faire, 1992
A long time ago I went out shooting with a friend of mine. Back then with film cameras some of them you hand cranked the film back into the canister. At least with my Nikon you had too. Accidently I didn’t crank one of the rolls all the way back and the tongue of the film was still sticking out. I set the rolls aside and a short time later a group of us kiddies were heading out to the Faire in Devore. I grabbed the supposedly unused roll, and some other transparency film, and shot away. When I got that roll back I was looking at it on the light table and I had one of the most amazing rolls of film I’d ever seen. All these cool texures, face and colors. I knew what had happened, but sometimes you just get really lucky. Double exposures, it’s so old school.
Now that I have a proper scanner, I can finally give my old negs and chromes some decent scans.
