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shameless self promo

caged
his quiet

I’ve submitted a couple photos to two upcoming themes at JPG Magazine – Intimacy and Blur.  My submissions are here and here.  You can vote for me if you think these photos work with their themes (or if you’re just feeling kind :))  Check out the other work, too–there’s some pretty good stuff floating around.

This photo was actually published in JPG’s second issue, Lost.  They’ve since done a major redesign of their Web site and their magazine, and I’m excited to see what the new issues are like.

One of the interesting things I’ve found about submitting work to magazines and galleries is that, after a while, you start to feel less and less sensitive to rejection.  I’d stopped doing much of this stuff (both photography and submitting work to publications/galleries) during the “great falling out” last spring, but perhaps this will get me in the mood to pick up a camera again.  I actually have an idea for a new photo shoot that I hope to finish before it gets cold.  I feel the itch, and the itch is good.  Now let’s see if I can do something with it.

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pardon, your rant is showing

*big sigh*  The whole broken foot thing was nice for the first couple days.  In the recent past I’d contemplated the idea of taking a day off just for the hell of it, and voila, a forced vacation!  Sweet, right?

Well, not really.

Cyspar not only made it to level 57, but she kept on going and reached level 58 over the weekend.  I have to say, though, that’s the most I’ve accomplished, outside of going back to work.

It is maddeningly frustrating to not just be able to hop off the couch and do something without making an ordeal of it, and even when I’m up, I’m limited as to what types of activities I can do.  Anything that involves carrying stuff is out, since both hands are usually grappling with the dreaded crutches.  Also, anything that requires standing for long periods of time is difficult… I can make it through a 10 minute shower before my right leg starts to cramp.  And stairs are only to be used in emergencies, which is great, because our bathroom at home is – you guessed it – upstairs.

True to his nature, the S.O. has been incredibly helpful, but I’m ultimately frustrated because I want to have freedom of movement again!  Also, not to have to wear a baggie over my stocking-ed foot when it rains, because I’m certain the high fashion gurus will back me up when I say Hannaford grocery bags are so not what they’re wearing in Paris these days.

My coworkers have taken to calling me “Hopalong,” which would be funny if it weren’t so true.  My 15 minute break involves crutching to the bathroom and back – down the loooong hallway, through two sets of (heavy!) fire doors, and into the tiny bathroom stall.  Thankfully the coworkers have also been great about getting lunch ready for me (yay for the 3-minute microwavable meal), or filling up my water bottle at the cooler, and they’ve managed to ask me only sixteen gajillion times “how on earth did you break your foot?”  I wish I could say I was bungee jumping in the Grand Canyon and the cord broke, while I managed to land on only one foot – the broken one – heroically saving a puppy in the process.  Unfortunately the real answer is, “I fell because I’m a klutz.”

And I do feel a bit silly about that, because only little old ladies “have a fall” and break things, right?  A few more weeks of this, though, and I’ll be shaking my crutches at strangers on the street and mumbling incoherantly to myself.  Just put me in Depends and call me Eleanor.

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give and take

Last Friday, instead of doing our usual go-home-and-crash-on-the-couch routine, I decided the S.O. and I should go see a movie.  Free time is a commodity I suddenly don’t have much of, and I’d like to start spending it more constructively.  How, might you ask?  By paying eight bucks to park my butt on the movie theater’s (much less comfortable) couch and watching a freaky blood-fest, that’s how.

The Descent
The Descent

Now, I love a good horror movie.  Ghost stories are my particular favorite, but I’ll watch something gory if it has a substantial plot and is artfully done.  The movie review in the paper said The Descent fell into that category, and so says I:  “We shall go, and I shall not leave the theater until I’ve peed my pants from fright!”  Well, minus the pee part.

The S.O, on the other hand, does not appreciate the finer qualities of waking up in the middle of the night, absolutely certain that you heard something, and knowing that the something in question is a blind, toothy cave-creature that’s come to chew on your extremities.

Go figure!

For those of you who haven’t seen it or heard about it yet, The Descent is about six young women who attempt to navigate an uncharted cave system beneath the Appalachian mountains.  While exploring, they discover that they’re not alone in the cave; blind, toothy cave-creatures have come to chew on their extremities!  It’s really gory, really scary, and evokes a deep sense of claustrophobia, even in those of us who aren’t prone.

As you can imagine, it took quite a bit of persuasion on my part to get the boy to join me, as he does not like gory things, scary things, or tight enclosed spaces as a general rule.  As such, I may have neglected to mention these three elements when suggesting the movie, and I may have gone so far as to say, “Oh honey, it’ll be just like 28 Days Later!  You liked that one!”, knowing full well that the only thing it has in common with 28 Days Later is that it was filmed in the UK.

I’m probably going to hell for that, eh?

Suffice it to say, I enjoyed the movie immensely, and the boy did not enjoy it so much.  Judging from the pointed glare I received from the S.O. upon The Descent’s ending, I’m now going to be forced to watch Miami Vice, in all its macho Colin Farrell glory.  Talk about horror.

The S.O. is going to hold this one over my head for weeks, but I think it was well worth it!

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QotD: Easy Like Sunday Morning

What do you usually do on Sunday?

Mourn the inevitable loss of my weekend to another Monday?  That’s what I do for the last hour before bedtime on a Sunday, anyway.

Usually Sunday is my “lazy day”.  For example, today the S.O. and I went out to breakfast late in the morning, did a little window shopping, then crashed on the couch to play Warcraft and watch Monk or Flip That House.  My brother also came over later in the evening, so we ordered pizzas for dinner.  I did manage to clean the house a bit and do a little exercise, but otherwise, it was a do-nothing day, and that’s the tune of my typical Sunday.

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the sweet smell of frivolity

Today I made my first “I don’t really need this but I don’t care because I have money now ha ha” purchase:  A Targus Urban Messenger notebook case.  Blame the significant other.  He actually bought one for himself first, and as soon as I saw it, I got a case of the meme’s.

Targus Urban Messenger
Targus Urban Messenger

How could I resist?  It has pockets for everything!  Cellphone (not that I actually have one, but it’s nice to know that if I did, it would have a home), CD’s, pencils and pens, books, cables… oh, and my computer, too!  It’s got a hunter orange pocket so I will never accidentally mistake my laptop for a deer (a common problem in the Cheney family, I’m sure)!  It has little orange grippy feet on the bottom, an ergonomic handle, optional shoulder strap, and a magnetic pocket on the front with a port for my iPod’s headphones. It’s scratch-resistant, weather-resistant, and don’t-buy-me-resistant.

I obviously didn’t stand a chance.

Besides, I’m going back to school next semester, and I haven’t had a new backpack since I was in high school.  And, uh, so what if my only class is web-based?  Details, details!

Thankfully, the bag was also half price, thanks to the S.O.’s employee discount.  Now to see if the workplace will write it off as a business expense… muwahahaha.

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