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|Wednesday, January 18th, 2012|
Stop American Censorship
On Wednesday Jan. 18th thousands of sites will go dark to protest SOPA & PIPA, two US bills racing through Congress that threaten prosperity, online security, and freedom of expression.
As a protest of #SOPA
(The Stop Online Piracy Act and Protect IP Act) two pieces of legislation that are up for debate once again on January 18, 2012, I will be blacked out from all my websites, deviantART included. What does this mean?
"On January 18, between 8am and 8pm EST (or 13:00 and 01:00 UTC), Reddit will be blacking out their website in protest of SOPA and PROTECT IP. We request all website administrators worldwide - and especially those running large user-content websites - to black out their website at the same time, to voice their opposition of SOPA and PROTECT IP. This legislation may very well not only change the future of the internet as a whole, but also change the future of YOUR website. Act against it before it's too late."
This is not just administrators, this is EVERYONE. Take these 12 hours from 8 AM EST to 8 PM EST, and do not use any websites.
deviantART has already officially stated its dislike of #SOPA
, saying: "Our view at deviantART regarding SOPA is that it's probably a bad idea. There should be better ways to deal with mass infringement on the Internet than this. This bill in our view can be seen as a threat to the open Internet itself and this is very hard to digest or support."
So... Join us. Black Everything Out. Share this message on Facebook, Twitter, and Every Other Site you have! You can share this quote or make your own: "This account will remain silent on January 18th, 8am-8pm (EST) as a protest against SOPA/PIPA."
January 18, 2012
What is SOPA?
SOPA is described as the "blacklist bill" because it would "allow the U.S. government and private corporations to create a blacklist of censored websites, and cut many more off from their ad networks and payment providers."
That means the Attorney General would have the power to cut off select websites from search engines like Google. It could also cut off advertisers and payment processors like Visa from the sites. The Attorney General could essentially kill all of a site's traffic and revenue in a matter of days.
SOPA only allows targeted sites five days to submit an appeal. That doesn't leave much time for them to defend themselves before losing their site and their revenue altogether.
What if SOPA passed 10 years ago?
There will be no:
Google, G+, Youtube, Facebook, Twitter, Wikipedia...etc.
SPREAD THE WORD
STOP SOPA page on G+: https://plus.google.com/110717292631787068538/posts
STOP SOPA page on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/H.R.3261#SOPA #PIPA #blackout
+reddit +Wikipedia +Google +Google+ +YouTube +Twitterhttp://americancensorship.org/
|Monday, October 3rd, 2011|
|Just an update
I've been incredibly busy. Nothing fun to report, just working hard for about the same pay I was getting before i started working so hard.
On the photography front, I'm building my own softbox. I'll post both the documentation of that project, and the results of what comes of it.
|Saturday, August 6th, 2011|
|Seems to be a pattern.
I keep saying I'll be around more every time I come back. :P Truth is, I don't even remember popping in in November.
Might as well continue the tradition of posting a picture. This was from about 3 weeks ago. Cassandra found this little gnome house in the woods and wanted to have her picture taken with it.( NSFWCollapse )
|What happened to the time?
I haven't been on LJ in a very long time, because I haven't had the time. And yet I don't understand why. If anything, I should have more time than I've had in years, considering the cut in hours I've had at work over the past 2 years. And it's not like I'm investing a ton of time in something new.
I remember days when I'd hit the end of the internet and be forced to face the horror of finding something worthwhile to do in the real world for a few hours before I got ready for work. And that was when I was working six days a week. Now it seems like a chore simply to check facebook and clear out my message center at deviantART so it doesn't pile up. I don't even read most of my e-mail, anymore. It's not like the volume has changed. Something about me has changed. Am I reading slower? Am I going into fugue states? Am I being abducted by the little grey dudes?
Am I the only one this is happening to?
Anyway, I've realized that it'll take months to catch up on all the stuff you guys have been writing. So I'm just going to read what's up on the front page and stop there. Hopefully I'll get caught up with you guys again.
|Thursday, November 25th, 2010|
|Sunday, March 28th, 2010|
|It's probably good I was gone for a while.
I would have just gone all political on your asses, and half of you aren't Americans, anyway, so you just would have been bored.
Long story short: Computer died, lost everything saved on desktop. Also lost software to make computer happy, and the official download link is broken -- 12 weeks later.
Had a roommate. Came close to hating roommate. He moved out. Haven't been able to do photography because of roommate, but that will change.
I'm hopefully back. But I've said that before.
|Wednesday, December 30th, 2009|
So my computer had a virus. A particularly nasty one that took away my administrator controls, at one point locking my main account (basically that means windows loads without the ability to do anything, including shut down). It also prevented me from using Nero, which is the only way I have to back up files. I finally got it mostly under control, but knew something was up when I couldn't get it to boot up in safe mode.
So I sent it to my dad, who basically did everything I was trying to do, but with different software. After several hours, he decided that it was time to back up and rebuild the system.
Here's the problem: He did it without asking me. Here's the bigger problem: He did it after I had told him several times that I needed to back up everything on my desktop as well as the "My Documents" folder. He backed up My Documents, but not the desktop. About 60% of everything I didn't already have backed up was on the desktop -- including the edits of the last shoot I did with Cassandra (I do have the original RAW files backed up, but I'll have to edit them all over again).
I'm glad to have my computer back, but I could have fucked myself without being without a computer for a week.
|Saturday, December 5th, 2009|
|My Neighbor Is Going to Kill Me? I Think?
I've been living above my downstairs neighbor for just about a year, now. He is an immigrant from an African country. I don't know which one specifically, but I would guess (rather wildly) from his accent that it's one that has French as a secondary language. I mention the accent only because it's vital to the exchange that I'm about to repeat, not because his heritage has any relevance to the situation at hand. I want to give his words as I heard them.
We have not formally met or had a civil conversation since the day I moved in. Such is the nature of modern society. We can be total strangers to the people who live literally inches away from us. That being said, I have no reason to distrust or dislike my neighbors. And though I have no desire to be the wacky side-kick sit-com borrow-a-cup-of-sugar neighbor, I am still a nice guy, and don't think it's too unreasonable to exchange a smile or a nod or a wave when you're in a common area of another human being that you frequently come in contact with and recognize.
So today my downstairs neighbor was walking to his car while I was outside, and I gave him a casual wave . . .
"Don't you ever wave to me again!!!"
"What did I do?", I said. He said nothing, but angrily went to his truck and opened the door. He got halfway-in, and then stepped out.
"You looking for gay guy? I'm not guy!"
This took me by surprise. Not only am I not looking for a gay guy, but even if I was, this guy makes Billy Bob Thornton look like Angelina Jolie.
"I'm not gay!", I said (not to get all Seinfeld on this, but I was attempting to repudiate several points at once, and given the language/potential cultural barrier, it was the quickest way to put out all the fires).
"You follow me all over apartment!" At first, I thought he said "You fall on me" making me think I was just walking to loudly. But I walk very softly, specifically because I'm aware that I'm an upstairs-neighbor.
"I'm not following you."
"You follow me all the time! All over apartment! I will see to it that it stops!"
Now, obviously, this guy is getting signals from the mother ship. And I don't give a shit that he's either schizo or on drugs. But that last part: "I will see to it that it stops" is a threat. I'm seriously worried that if I get up from typing this to take a piss that I'm going to get a gunshot blast through the floor.
|Monday, November 9th, 2009|
|uuuuu . . .
Head not work . . .
I was going to try to catch everyone up, but now that I have the time, I'm too tired.
I was also going to move my latest photographs to my own host so I could post them here, but for the tie being, those of you familiar with my deviantART account will just have to pop over for a visit.
|Wednesday, October 21st, 2009|
I got bumped up on the list, which means more hours, but it came at the cost of others being bumped down. These are my friends. And I was told to keep it a secret, which made it even worse. Conflicted? You bet.
I also got my shoot with Cass. I'll post them, soon.
|Thursday, October 8th, 2009|
|Yeah, I'm an absent a-hole
With any luck, I'll be working with Cass in the next few days. So . . . . like in a few months . . . you'll get some more nudie pics (after I process them and decide if I want to post them).
Seriously, I'm bored. I want to post something every day. But I have NOTHING to say. The previous paragraph was my news for the month.
|Sunday, August 30th, 2009|
Only two episodes left. Excited and bummed out at the same time.
Got a lot of days off coming up in the next 2 weeks. I hope to grab my camera (no scantily-clad women this time -- sorry guys).
|Thursday, August 27th, 2009|
|Sunday, August 23rd, 2009|
|Thursday, August 13th, 2009|
From an article, but there's no need to cite it because it's the same right-wing bullshit you can find everywhere:"Even in countries like Canada and the U.K., there is no intrinsic right to health care. Rather, citizens in these countries are told by government bureaucrats what health-care treatments they are eligible to receive and when they can receive them. All countries with socialized medicine ration health care by forcing their citizens to wait in lines to receive scarce treatments.
Although Canada has a population smaller than California, 830,000 Canadians are currently waiting to be admitted to a hospital or to get treatment, according to a report last month in Investor’s Business Daily. In England, the waiting list is 1.8 million."
First off, That actually is
socialized medicine, and not what congress and this administration are trying to do. But people are being to fuck-tarded to hear that message, so I'll move on.
The problem with the argument above is that it's basically saying, "So long as we fuck the poor, us rich folk will get an express pass to the hospital. It's easier to get in if you move the poor people out of the way."
I'm getting really fed up with that line of thought.
|Wednesday, August 12th, 2009|
|Worked with a model . . . Finally!
I was house-sitting for my parents last weekend, and since I had access to their pool and their big bathtub, I decided to work with a model.
This was a model that had worked with a photographer friend of mine, and apparently he and his wife all but adopted her. She was extremely talented, and I hope to work with her again, sometime.( They're kinda big, so I put them in a cut, but they ARE work safe!Collapse )
Apparently, I strained the quads in my left leg during the shoot, but I didn't feel any pain until Monday. Tuesday at work, it was so bad that I had to hop up and down the stairs (fortunately I didn't have much use for a tray yesterday).
|Thursday, August 6th, 2009|
|No new photographs, today.
I had a model I was supposed to work with today. In out last communication, she seemed eager to not only work with me, but actively help me make the best images possible. She asked me to give her my phone number so we could work out the details. And then she dropped off the face of the planet 4 days ago.
She doesn't seem like the type to flake. I'm bummed out.
|Wednesday, August 5th, 2009|
For the second month in a row, I have not been able to log into their website due to "technical difficulties", and therefore have been forced to pay my bill over the phone. And yes, I've been coming back for several days to see if the issue would clear up. The site has essentially simply been down for over a month.
They don't even have a live person on the phone, anymore. It's a computer that forces you to jump through hoops with menu options, including the typical "Para español, pulse el número dos", entering account number, redundant requests, and a slow, inhuman voice that takes much too long to get to the point. For this, they charge you a "convenience
fee" of $3.50
Thank you so much for allowing me the privelege of paying you, motherfucker!
If it was any other business, they would have just lost a customer. It must be so nice to have a monopoly. You can fuck your customers, and they can't do anything about it, unless they want to return to the 19th century.
What can I do about this? I can't be the only one. They're probably making thousands of dollars a day in "convenience fees". Should I write to the attourney general, or something?
|Sunday, August 2nd, 2009|
|what is "rude"?
I said I was going to post every day, and I missed a day (or two)
Ironically, I'm going to post something about something that happened almost a week ago to make up for it.
We had a college from South Carolina come and visit our show. I won't name the college, but I sincerely hope they never come back.
They acted worse than any High School prom or Bar Mitsvah I had ever seen (and trust me -- at the country club, I had my fill). We love when people are jubilant. That's what we do. It's a place for events. But we're also a business.
These 20-somethings were completely out of control. I had a confrontation with them. I'll get to that in a moment. But first I need to set the general tone of what they were doing to the entire staff, let alone the other patrons of that night's show.
Later in the evening, as we had our normal intermission (generally a time to pee, order last drinks and desserts, and settle the tab), they all went out to the lobby and partied. Some went outside, completely oblivious to the fact that the show would, in fact, conclude at some point (which was specifically mentioned during the warm-up as being 10-15 minutes after the first act ended).
Halfway through the intermission, the announcement was made that the intermission would be ending shortly, with the specific request that people begin returning to their seats. The same announcement that has been returning people to their seats for 47 years.
Nobody in the lobby moved. At the one-minute warning, we flickered the lights in the lobby. These fuckers apparently thought it was a rave. nobody moved. We sent our manager outside to tell them that the show was starting . . . . . . like, NOW!!! Nobody moved.
Had this been a private function (i.e. had they rented our facility specifically for them and them alone), they would be the boss. And we probably would have partied with them. They were having fun. However, this was NOT a private rental. There were 160 other people in the building, who each paid $40 for their tickets.
Ok. Get the gist? Here's where my personal confrontation happened:
A large group of them were taking pictures right in front of the kitchen entrance. I passed them 4 times.
Pass one: Me: "Can you move down a little bit? The kitchen needs to move through here."
Them: "Ok, sorry. we'll be out of the way in a second".
Pass two: Me: "Folks, This is blocking the kitchen. I'll need you to move down."
Pass three: Me: "The kitchen is moving out with hot pans of food. It's actually dangerous for you to be standing here. I need you to move away from this entrance"
Pass four (to the group at large): Me: "FOLKS. THIS IS NOT A SAFE PLACE TO STAND! PLEASE MOVE AWAY FROM THE KITCHEN ENTRAN
CE! YOU ARE BLOCKING THE SERVICE OF 150 OTHER PEOPLE! "
Them: "We're almost done".
I then waited another full minute.
Then I went to the manager on duty, whom I knew would be able to try something diplomatically, but i still felt I needed something like a "good cop/bad cop" to sell it. I wasn't even angry, but I over-shot it. What I said was, "GUYS, MOOOVE!!!"
Now I realized what I said was unprofessional the second it came out of my mouth. In fact I was embarrassed by it and kept walking into the kitchen. But they actually tried to fight someone who worked in the kitchen because of it. (not even involved, mind you).
We got 15 comments that the staff was "rude" that night.
They flat-out disregarded us on at least 9 occasions (that we know of -- not all the notes have been compared, and that was a rough night), but we
At what point is it simply speaking the same language?
I had one table who was unfortunate to be stuck amongst that college, and they realized that it was detracting from my service to them. They left a HUGE tip.
|Tuesday, July 28th, 2009|