It’s the weekend, and the blogosphere is… occupied.
In the East, bloggers are out partying, far to the West bloggers are whacking their alarms and rolling over, back to sleep. But here, in the middle (and I’m about 500 meters from the West/East Meridian), I’m awake, with nothing to do.
So, I thought I’d write.
Last night I was up until some Godawful hour sorting through some old photos. Most of them were already on my old photography site, but much like writing, when you look at photos again, with fresh eyes, you suddenly find a bunch of things wrong with each photo; and likewise, I found photos that I didn’t like at the time, but I do now, like this one from Las Vegas:
I found a lovely self-portrait which I took during a blue moon 5 years ago (and an accompanying series of moon-lit photos). I also started to populate the Essex and USA collections — they’re not complete, but I’ll try to keep filling them up. The Essex page has lots of nice live music photography — no major bands, but still some nice photos of charismatic singers and guitarists. The USA collection, I’ve discovered, isn’t great and it’s rather small. I’m missing a bunch of photos from my first trip though (the one with The Cheerleader), and on the later trips I spent a lot of time socialising rather than seeing the sights. There’s some of the Grand Canyon and Yosemite though! And some lovely ones taken from Seattle’s coast.
I’ve also added some more to the Sussex gallery — some nice at-dawn photos — and the People gallery with some lovely ones of my cousins who are disgustingly photogenic. They make me look like something the dog dragged in, bastards.
I also stumbled across a lot of photos from my long-term relationship at university which sent hopping and skipping along memory lane. Very vivid photos. Grabbing… and kissing… and… things. I tried to stop myself from lingering, but I kept sliding the CD back in and staring… and tilting my head and staring some more. My poor ex; her ears must’ve been burning last night.
(I didn’t upload any of those, sorry!)
That’s all, for now. Now if only my BSG-watching buddy would turn up, so I could get stuck into watching the PENULTIMATE EPISODE. It better be damn good. And Dollhouse episode 6 is almost here! Only 1 more week until it gets good!
Sarcastically Bitter
Mar 14, 2009
I really like the self-portrait picture. The sky is amazing! I took over 300 pictures when I went to Vegas. I took the same amount when I went to London.
Don’t you just hate people that are photogenic?!
sebastian
Mar 14, 2009
The self portrait was a total surprise… I think it might even be the first long-exposure self portrait I’ve taken and only pre-dated by a black and white one from university (Oops, I haven’t uploaded that yet… I should!) It’s great though! If you look in the Sussex gallery, at the end, there’s the same photo but without me in it.
The sky is actually caused by the light pollution from Gatwick airport… which I am sure rings a bell…!
It’s OK, when the apocalypse finally comes, I can guarantee that the photogenic types will be the first to burn…
Sarcastically Bitter
Mar 14, 2009
LOL well that means I won’t burn first!!
Ahh Gatwick. I called it the “70′s airport”. I saw alot of awful colors there when I first arrived.
sebastian
Mar 14, 2009
During the 60s and 70s we certainly expressed the versatility of concrete a lot…
It’s a good airport though, compared to some I’ve had to use!
Sarcastically Bitter
Mar 14, 2009
You would know better than me. I haven’t been anywhere.
Ambles
Mar 15, 2009
Pretty
sebastian
Mar 15, 2009
My cousin? Yes.
pinkjellybaby
Mar 15, 2009
He just looks like a skinny you….
Oh and by the way I’m not watching the penultimate BSG until I watch the last one… a BSG-athon if you will….so PLEASE don’t spoil it!
sebastian
Mar 15, 2009
I still haven’t watched BSG.
This makes me a very Sad Sebby… My BSG Buddy is over in America right now, in some hotel in Boston, and his download speeds were so slow that it took him 24 hours to download the show.
We’re hoping to watch it tonight though.
I won’t do my ‘BSG wrap-up’ until after next week, so you’ll be OK!
A BSGathon sounds like a brilliant idea!
(Are you really saying I look like my cousin?)
pinkjellybaby
Mar 15, 2009
I’m very excited! I can’t even think what might happen, maybe I’ll pop. I almost did when the Final Five were found out!!
Yes, you look like him.
sebastian
Mar 15, 2009
Wow… I’ll have to tell him; he’ll hate that…
The end of BSG could go so, so wrong. Obviously, being a complete addict I have faith that it will end well, but… considering how much they’ve bungled it up since season 1… …
I pray for a good resolution!
pinkjellybaby
Mar 15, 2009
You think they’ve bungled it up? I love it. I’m going to get them all on DVD and watch it all again.
I have a small girl crush on 6 and Starbuck…. I had a dream about 6 but my sub-conscious made her fat in my dream! hehe
Ambles
Mar 16, 2009
Well actually, I prefer you…
sebastian
Mar 16, 2009
Thanks, but… that’s my odd self-esteem problem that you are bumping into now
Pink — the episode was GOOD… but certainly not meant to be watched on its own. I wish I could watch the last two parts together, but my friend America wouldn’t be able to…
The last 2 hours look like they’re going to be action-packed! *crosses fingers*
floreta
Mar 17, 2009
my cousin is hot too! she’s gorgeous.
you shouldn’t be too hard on yourself. i think you’re easy on the eyes
sebastian
Mar 17, 2009
Thanks! There just isn’t much of me to look at… just bones… skin dragged tightly over bones!
Perhaps this is an over-arching theme for people with not-great self-esteem… we all have hot cousins?
floreta
Mar 17, 2009
whaaat? are you suggesting my self-esteem is lousy mr. seb
i suppose we are all skin dragged tightly over bones. how poetic of you!
sebastian
Mar 17, 2009
I would hazard a guess that neither of us are raving sex-machines that go out and could have our pick of the party-goers…! Or rather, we could, if we thought it was possible…
floreta
Mar 17, 2009
hmph you are right, but that doesn’t mean i’ve no self-esteem.. or does it? :T i know i’m hot! sometimes..
sebastian
Mar 17, 2009
Well I think it means we have less self-esteem than our cocky, head-sure brethren… and sistren!
But it’s OK, when the apocalypse hits… it’ll just be you and I left… and then we’ll HAVE to work up the confidence to suggest we do something about it.
floreta
Mar 18, 2009
i’d like not to be cocky.
haha, our own adam and eve?
sebastian
Mar 18, 2009
Only we’d have navels.