I have to say i find it extremely amusing how people are not able to take a self-portrait using a mirror with their camera or phone. When someone takes a photo of you, you look at the camera. That's the idea unless it is a candid photo. That idea extends to self-portraits. If you are taking a photo of yourself you look at the camera lens whether that is a true camera, or the lens of your camera phone. With modern technology all cameras and cameras on phones are self focusing. That means, provided you keep still, and push the button without too much movement, the picture will be in focus.
Now when it comes to self portraits using a mirror, here's a tip. Look at the camera lens IN the reflection on the mirror. Does that make sense? Hold the camera/phone to the side and look at the lens in the MIRROR. Now you have a self portrait where people can see your eyes and it appears like you are looking at them. That is what people want to see. Don't worry about looking at what you look like in the viewfinder of your camerea/phone. Trust me, you will look EXACTLY the same as you do if you look into the lens if you are looking at the mirror.
Seriously it works. Not only will i get a much better look at you and understand the image you were trying to express at that moment, but you will also not look like such a fool.
Just sayin'.
Now when it comes to self portraits using a mirror, here's a tip. Look at the camera lens IN the reflection on the mirror. Does that make sense? Hold the camera/phone to the side and look at the lens in the MIRROR. Now you have a self portrait where people can see your eyes and it appears like you are looking at them. That is what people want to see. Don't worry about looking at what you look like in the viewfinder of your camerea/phone. Trust me, you will look EXACTLY the same as you do if you look into the lens if you are looking at the mirror.
Seriously it works. Not only will i get a much better look at you and understand the image you were trying to express at that moment, but you will also not look like such a fool.
Just sayin'.
People are fucked! And also, twice this week i've seen people spell the the word 'pour', when talking about liquid, as 'poor'. That is a completely different word with a completely different meaning. As i said, people are fucked. 
Had Jim Stynes not been a footballer, his death would have been lucky to even have had a mention in the news. The two guys i'm closest to at work both love their football.. Every year i respect them less and less. Had Jim Stynes been a relation of theirs and still acheived what he did, without being a footballer, how would they feel knowing that no-one really cared what he had acheived? Because that's how i feel. The news would have said that someone who had started a charity had passed away from cancer. Lots of people do that. FUCK team sports and FUCK the team sport mentality.I actually have problems staying friends with people who are like that. And yet they are good guys otherwise. Who's the problem, me or them? Shoot me. i won't be dissapointed or offended.
Eyebrow! Fine. Nose! No problem. Septum! Suits some girls better than others but can look really good. Snake bites! I actually really like. But that fucking stupid, hideous, idiotic, revolting Madonna/Monroe piercing, i really despise. If a face is beautiful, it is beautiful. Yet a beautiful face with THAT piercing just makes me sad.
If it wasn't for my cats, i'm not sure i could keep going. Surrounded by frustration that will not change. I can't change. I'm too old for that. Has anyone seen the movie NAKED? And other cliches. I'm set in my ways.I can try to behave/respond to the way that others think i should, and maybe they are right, and it's me that needs to look at things differently, but, i see things a particular way. I cannot understand/accept that my way is wrong. I'll compromise to a point but unless the other party/s do the same, why is it my job? Stop judging me, and making out that i am the problem, just because i am vocal and have an opinion. Those that do not speak up can be, and are worse than i am.
I've been wanting to do it for a while now but today i reached breaking point and told my boss i needed to talk to him in private. I actually quite like my job and like MOST of the guys i work with, but today i had to say something. I'm SOOOOOOO sick of being the only one that has to work to a deadline. There are three particular guys who just fuck around. I'm not saying they DON'T work, but they could be so much more productive/efficient. I don't believe i'm expecting too much. I would just like to see others who can work at the at least, a similar pace/standard that i do. The job is not rocket science, far from it. But seeing people fuck around and not have to worry about having anyone on thier back to get a job done by a certain time, really pisses me off.
I work in despatch and i will do my best to get things out on time, but i cannot pack orders when i do not have the stock ready to go. There are certain products we sell that we need to pre-bag or box up. When i have the time, i do what is required, but i usually don't have the time. That's what i told my boss today. Yes, Fridays are generally quiet and Friday is the day i can catch up on things, but i cannot catch up on the jobs that are required along with all the other jobs that i need to do when i didn't have the chance to do them the week before. It all adds up.
I'm fucking sick of it. He said he'll think about it on the weekend. I'm curious to see what he has to say/comes up with on Monday. I don't want to leave my job, what the fuck am i going to do if i do leave? I live in a unit that he owns. If i didn't have two cats to look after that would make my my options so much easier to decide from.
I have SO many material things, and that is my fault. I should just sell everything and travel and see the world. The problem is there is too much of the world to see and not enough time to do what i really want. And also, my material things actually give me some sort of pleasure.
I really don't expect ANY responses to this blog. I don't have any real friends on this site and that is not why i joined. As i've gotten older i've also eliminated the people from my life that i thought were my friends. Some of them might have been at some stage, but now i realize they were only my friend at that particular time of my life. We all mature and understand that no matter what happens, the only person that can make you happy is YOU.
I just had to take a load of my chest. I'm a guy. I can't express my emotions with my friends. And i don't really want to. No matter what i have to say, they cannot help me. It's up to me. The problem is, do i want to make myself happy? I love my cats but that's not enough. They will never be able to hold me like i want to be held. They just climb on me and want to be fed. I want skin against skin.
I work in despatch and i will do my best to get things out on time, but i cannot pack orders when i do not have the stock ready to go. There are certain products we sell that we need to pre-bag or box up. When i have the time, i do what is required, but i usually don't have the time. That's what i told my boss today. Yes, Fridays are generally quiet and Friday is the day i can catch up on things, but i cannot catch up on the jobs that are required along with all the other jobs that i need to do when i didn't have the chance to do them the week before. It all adds up.
I'm fucking sick of it. He said he'll think about it on the weekend. I'm curious to see what he has to say/comes up with on Monday. I don't want to leave my job, what the fuck am i going to do if i do leave? I live in a unit that he owns. If i didn't have two cats to look after that would make my my options so much easier to decide from.
I have SO many material things, and that is my fault. I should just sell everything and travel and see the world. The problem is there is too much of the world to see and not enough time to do what i really want. And also, my material things actually give me some sort of pleasure.
I really don't expect ANY responses to this blog. I don't have any real friends on this site and that is not why i joined. As i've gotten older i've also eliminated the people from my life that i thought were my friends. Some of them might have been at some stage, but now i realize they were only my friend at that particular time of my life. We all mature and understand that no matter what happens, the only person that can make you happy is YOU.
I just had to take a load of my chest. I'm a guy. I can't express my emotions with my friends. And i don't really want to. No matter what i have to say, they cannot help me. It's up to me. The problem is, do i want to make myself happy? I love my cats but that's not enough. They will never be able to hold me like i want to be held. They just climb on me and want to be fed. I want skin against skin.
Pet Diaries
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EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY
Day number 181
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
Day number 182
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
1:30 pm - ooooooo. bath. bummer.
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DIARY
DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded. (Must try this at the top of the stairs.) In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favourite chair. (Must try this on their bed.)
DAY 762 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.
DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm. Not working according to plan...
DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.
DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and may be snitches. The Dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the hanging metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time.
Yeah, i'm a cat person.
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EXCERPTS FROM A DOG'S DIARY
Day number 181
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
Day number 182
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
1:30 pm - ooooooo. bath. bummer.
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
EXCERPTS FROM A CAT'S DIARY
DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded. (Must try this at the top of the stairs.) In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favourite chair. (Must try this on their bed.)
DAY 762 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.
DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm. Not working according to plan...
DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.
DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and may be snitches. The Dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the hanging metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time.
Yeah, i'm a cat person.
