In response to that last query: BIG cameras.
Alas, big cameras mean big debt. Since my erstwhile employer just cut me loose before I got my partially mobile chronically disorganized self around to completing the temporary disability insurance paperwork, I'm now one mightily broke and still somewhat gimpy lensgeek.
Overall that's not the worst news. Now that I'm officially separate from the univershitty, I can return to making the smutty art and arty smut that makes me happy, and do it in relatively public ways. Maybe this'll be the incentive I've been needing to combine fun & profit more directly. It's good, too, in that I sure won't miss my miserable manager or the lackwits who hired her.
I can also now go where i want when I want! (e.g. to Montreal in a couple weeks if i don't entirely run outta cash, and before that to Ft Lauderdale, Fla, where I'll get to catch up with my main squeeze!!!She's on tour promoting her new novel; just called to announce that she's got me a swanky little laptop as a birthday gift... WOW.)
So- life's double-plus-good, but I gotta run. I've got chicken broiled with lemon, parsley, dill, butter and oodles of cayenne starting to smell edible downstairs, a meeting scheduled in a few minutes with my ex-boyfriend to ask camera questions and get him to sign my birth certificate /passport applications, and there's an incredibly hot human who just might be showing up in my bed at 4 this morning, by which time I need to have my main squeeze's site *done*.
Am I really so wicked as to get this little rest? Probably.
Alas, big cameras mean big debt. Since my erstwhile employer just cut me loose before I got my partially mobile chronically disorganized self around to completing the temporary disability insurance paperwork, I'm now one mightily broke and still somewhat gimpy lensgeek.
Overall that's not the worst news. Now that I'm officially separate from the univershitty, I can return to making the smutty art and arty smut that makes me happy, and do it in relatively public ways. Maybe this'll be the incentive I've been needing to combine fun & profit more directly. It's good, too, in that I sure won't miss my miserable manager or the lackwits who hired her.
I can also now go where i want when I want! (e.g. to Montreal in a couple weeks if i don't entirely run outta cash, and before that to Ft Lauderdale, Fla, where I'll get to catch up with my main squeeze!!!She's on tour promoting her new novel; just called to announce that she's got me a swanky little laptop as a birthday gift... WOW.)
So- life's double-plus-good, but I gotta run. I've got chicken broiled with lemon, parsley, dill, butter and oodles of cayenne starting to smell edible downstairs, a meeting scheduled in a few minutes with my ex-boyfriend to ask camera questions and get him to sign my birth certificate /passport applications, and there's an incredibly hot human who just might be showing up in my bed at 4 this morning, by which time I need to have my main squeeze's site *done*.
Am I really so wicked as to get this little rest? Probably.