Day 417 of 365 More. Life sucks sometimes. In fact, life sucks most of the time. I don’t know why that is. But I wish it would stop. Sometimes it does stop. For like ten seconds, the world melts completely away, and everything is ok. Then it goes back to sucking. I wish ten seconds…
Day 404 of 365 More. If a photographer posts in the middle of flickr and there is no one there to see it, has he really posted? I kind of feel like no. So we’re now past 24 hours of me being marked moderate on flickr and casual viewers not being able to see my…
Day 383 of 365 More. Gentlemen…we can rebuild him. Bigger! Stronger! Better in bed! I actually initially had this idea about a week ago when watching a commercial for the new Bionic Woman series that’s coming out this fall. Then when I talked about all of my lifelong injuries the other day I figured I…
Day 338 of 365 days. Today was pretty bittersweet. I actually had a great day. Steph and I drove out to West Virginia to visit Amaya. She and her roommate took us up into the mountains to hang out at a waterfall. It wasn’t really a photoshoot. More of a picnic. We took beer and…
Day 333 of 365 days. In case you’re wondering, we actually have central air in our house, but Steph won’t let me use it until I have a job. Actually, once I do, I expect she’ll continue to not let me use it because of something about saving the environment or something. *shrug* Anyway, its…
Day 314 of 365 days. For the last several years, I have promised myself that I would celebrate Juneteenth by doing something special. Or at the very least making an entry in my blog. But I always forget to. I’ve been completely neglecting my blog in favor of writing things here, so this year, I…
Day 298 of 365 days. So the good news is I have not been hit by a bus, electrified by a fence or had an anvil drop on my head. The bad news is I haven’t won the powerball, people are still hungry, we are still at war, there i no cure for cancer and…
Day 297 of 365 days. Long day. Kind of depressing, but I’m doing better now. Not really much I want to talk about. Really, its just more of the same. So instead I’ll just "sit back down and have a beer and feel sorry for myself." I had been meaning to try this for a…
Day 288 of 365 days. And I sank into a depression so deep I crawled into a bottle of vodka and didn’t come out for 6 years. Ok, not really. Actually, I feel pretty ok today, but I thought of this shot when I was depressed and drinking vodka a week or so ago. Just…
Day 262 of 365 days. So I got the letter I had been dreading today. I’ve spent the last couple months interviewing over and over again with one company. Actually, I’ve interviewed with several companies for the last couple months, but I kept getting called back to one. They told me in no uncertain terms…
Day 258 of 365 days. So I had a photoshoot scheduled for today, but the model called me a couple hours before and let me know that she was having car problems and wouldn’t be able to come. We had to reschedule for next week. That pretty much left the rest of my day open.…
Day 256 of 365 days. Part of me wonders if I am starting to lose my mind without having a day job. I was at every end of the multidimensional extreme today. I had about an hour of misery and uselessness as I fell into despair thinking I’m never going to find anything to pay…
Day 230 of 365 days. One of the nice things about the Class with Dave group is that it forces me to get off my ass and do different shots. I actually thought of this one weeks ago, but just never got around to it. But this week with a health and fitness assignment, I…
Day 226 of 365 days. You know, I almost want to call this a bringing sexy back pic? What do you people think? I got to sleep in today. It was nice and I needed it. After I finally did get up, I did a little bit of the moving from our current bedroom to…
Day 225 of 365 days. Got home just before midnight last night from a wrestling show, after not really sleeping the night before. Went to sleep and now I’m off to another show that I won’t be home from til 2am probably. Sometimes this hobby is more demanding than a "real" job. I suppose I…