Hot Dips (littlewashu) wrote,
Hot Dips
littlewashu

It's winter, it's spring, it's winter, it's spring . . .

I took a walk today, in the cold. It started snowing a little, but not full-on until I was safely back at home. And hard! I hadn't known it was supposed to snow like that this weekend. It's still stuck to the grass, and my car. Second one this winter, that has stuck. Ridiculous.

I mourn for the croci, the daffodils, even the forsythias that have begun forsythicizing already. They were fooled, they thought it was spring already! I hope they survive.

My goal was to take pictures. To not think about things, and to take pictures. I have decided that I should use my ol' point-and-shoot -- which is a very decent point-and-shoot -- for a while, decide that this is something I really want to pursue, before I drop a few hundred on a fancy-pants SLR and nice lens.

There is a house at the back of my apartment complex that has chickens. Trust me, this is very odd.

I finished the roll of black-and-white I had in my camera. Kelly bought me that roll, and four rolls of 400 speed Kodak Max, for my birthday. I've never used B&W before. Today was a little overcast, so there's a chance my photos will come out boring and not contrasty enough. I know almost nothing about photography. We'll see when the prints get back. I also finished an entire roll of color, and I had two lying around, so I'm sending FOUR rolls away at once. Surely some of the pictures will be delightful, yes?

In general, I consider myself a happy person; yet right now, in my life in general, there are several things that I'm not happy about. They got me down today. I don't feel like expounding further in a manner which would be interesting to anyone, so I'll leave it at that.

I'm trying to get a stupid webcam to work. It's ridiculous. All webcam software sucks a cizznock. And I don't know why I want to, either. I've worked so hard all this time to make sure no one is quite sure what I look like. Why, you ask? I'm not sure. I think . . . I dunno. I like the idea of being an Internet Personality. Someone with whom you communicate online, yet who does not exist otherwise. It bothers me when I first find out what people look like. I'm morbidly curious, of course, and I must look, but it ruins the . . . something, mystique? -- to know that they're real people.

I am super-aware, of course, that I am the only one who cares and no one else gives a fuck.

Off to see if the new version of Morpheous I just downloaded will work.
Washu's music recommendation o' the day: "Insensible" - Mandalay
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