I think my writing in this blog will become more and more random until:
a) it reaches critical mass and implodes, taking the internet with it
b) the other people on this blog start writing in it again
Since the Internet has yet to implode under the sheer mass of the goatse.cx references, option "a" is not likely. Randomness will now ensue.
I'm eventually going to start a photo lab blog, but not today. Until then, I will post the interesting things I've seen in other people's pictures.
This week: Dead people
There are not words to describe how much I hate it when people take pictures of dead people and dead animals. Dead people with their eyes pinned shut against their strong will to life, lying crammed in the unnatural ways only the dead can in caskets. Against another roll's background of eleven bloodstained Canada geese.
People are sick.
And yet my fucking employer won't let me develop any picutures of people in any state of undress. Whatever. Big whatever.
The thesis of my next essay will be that I have never seen anyone look sad in a nude photo. Though I have seen people look sad in death.
To me, sex has always been the best way to say "fuck you" to death.
One fellow brought in some nudes (in a very shy and embarrassed way that I will relate another time) to give to his girlfriend so she'd think of him while he was away working in northern Alberta. Maybe that's why I took those pictures.
And because no one will ever read this blog again, I'll relate this one thought. While I definitely enjoy taking nude photos, most of all I'm happy someone once took some of me. When I'm having an especially self-conscious day, I can look at them and stop feeling bad about myself.
