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Oxy-Driven Boredom Post!
13 years ago
I dunno, I wanna talk with furries right now, but after having popped 2 oxies so my surgery-pains would dull down prior to bed I have some doubts this will be an at all sensible or coherent post.
Tried to draw earlier today, told myself I would and my Sandalbunny insisted I try to, but holy crap the motivation was not there. The interest. I tried to force myself to practice but my interest couldn't be any closer to non-existent. So that wound up scrapped, oh well. Maybe I'm not really interested in drawing again after all. Or maybe I'm just too pre-occupied with other worries right now to worry about learning how to draw again. But if that were the case I do want to take pictures every second of every day and am trying to get one of my favorite portrait subjects to come by and make a house call while I'm out of commission, so no, maybe drawing really just isn't a driven interest in me, because hot damn portraits and photography are.
My job annoys me. The corporate side and their shitty policies, not the small pocket of people, the team, I work with. They all hate the corporate overlords as much as I do. Apparently being ordered by the surgeon to not go to work or engage in heavy activity or drive a car for a week doesn't qualify as a good enough reason for them to count my leave as short term disability and requires me to use up my PTO stores. So obnoxious. Not that I know what I could ever do about it, though. It's not a good time to be shuffling around in my industry. Bleh, whatever.
As an aside, whenever I hiccuped earlier it would hurt my abdominal muscles, and now I can't feel anything. Thank god, because I have the worst hiccups right now.
Been mad jealous of the work of a few other photographers out there this week. Probably a side-effect of not being out there shooting myself. Still worried about how my work is going to change without Photoshop being an editing tool for me anymore. All Lightroom now, which I never much used before. Been liking my results so far, just hope I don't end up losing any of my gusto.
Need to upgrade my equipment. Reasonable people in my position would just go whole hog since it's a source of income now and not just a hobby but I still don't feel comfortable going into mad debt to acquire the tools. Debt makes me nervous. Plus, I now have a good $1500 in further medical expenses headed my way at least after all the blood tests, X-rays, CT scans and ultrasounds. I don't like the trend I'm starting as far as falling apart goes.
I want an OMD E-M5 and a 75mm f/1.8 lens. And a line of pretty boys to photograph with candid expressions. But for now my E-P3 with 45mm f/1.8 will have to do. Or V1 with 18.5mm f/1.8. I like the short telephoto look a bit more, though, methinks.
I wonder if I should upload portraits on my gallery here sometimes.
Someone tell my body to stop falling apart so fast. I've got too much shit to do.
Tried to draw earlier today, told myself I would and my Sandalbunny insisted I try to, but holy crap the motivation was not there. The interest. I tried to force myself to practice but my interest couldn't be any closer to non-existent. So that wound up scrapped, oh well. Maybe I'm not really interested in drawing again after all. Or maybe I'm just too pre-occupied with other worries right now to worry about learning how to draw again. But if that were the case I do want to take pictures every second of every day and am trying to get one of my favorite portrait subjects to come by and make a house call while I'm out of commission, so no, maybe drawing really just isn't a driven interest in me, because hot damn portraits and photography are.
My job annoys me. The corporate side and their shitty policies, not the small pocket of people, the team, I work with. They all hate the corporate overlords as much as I do. Apparently being ordered by the surgeon to not go to work or engage in heavy activity or drive a car for a week doesn't qualify as a good enough reason for them to count my leave as short term disability and requires me to use up my PTO stores. So obnoxious. Not that I know what I could ever do about it, though. It's not a good time to be shuffling around in my industry. Bleh, whatever.
As an aside, whenever I hiccuped earlier it would hurt my abdominal muscles, and now I can't feel anything. Thank god, because I have the worst hiccups right now.
Been mad jealous of the work of a few other photographers out there this week. Probably a side-effect of not being out there shooting myself. Still worried about how my work is going to change without Photoshop being an editing tool for me anymore. All Lightroom now, which I never much used before. Been liking my results so far, just hope I don't end up losing any of my gusto.
Need to upgrade my equipment. Reasonable people in my position would just go whole hog since it's a source of income now and not just a hobby but I still don't feel comfortable going into mad debt to acquire the tools. Debt makes me nervous. Plus, I now have a good $1500 in further medical expenses headed my way at least after all the blood tests, X-rays, CT scans and ultrasounds. I don't like the trend I'm starting as far as falling apart goes.
I want an OMD E-M5 and a 75mm f/1.8 lens. And a line of pretty boys to photograph with candid expressions. But for now my E-P3 with 45mm f/1.8 will have to do. Or V1 with 18.5mm f/1.8. I like the short telephoto look a bit more, though, methinks.
I wonder if I should upload portraits on my gallery here sometimes.
Someone tell my body to stop falling apart so fast. I've got too much shit to do.
