January 2008
36 posts
So, whatever happened to Steorn?
My scary bones
As I was sitting with my left hand over my right shoulder (it is a pose I master, monsieur), I started feeling around across the rather boney protrusions. At this point, more than ever before, I realised fully and completely that my body is made of bones, muscles and skin (and some other random bits). Let this also clue you in on my magnificent physique.
Top 5 Long-Ass Fucking Epic Doors Songs
Riders on the Storm The End When the Music’s Over L.A. Woman Celebration of the LizardIn no particular order. Sit down, put the volume to five billion twenty and space out.
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This is my fanciest-looking placeholder yet. Send me suggestions, I might change it! Make it a real website or something stupid like that.
Music and dancing etc.
So this is a question I’ve been asking myself for a long time now. Let’s see what Tumblr users think. What is the decent way to enjoy a concert? It is hard for me to imagine a band being thrilled about a bunch of people just bobbing their heads, but clapping along seems like a bit of a letdown as well. (Worse, people who clap along on Let Down.) Also, taking into consideration that...
Irony
It is a stunning irony that I only feel the need to work on my Tumblr design now that I should be working on a metric fuckton of other work.
Raging bull
Not that you would care, but, I’m back. I’m back and I’m going to post a lot of stupid stuff. I recommend you imbibe, nay, imbibe well.
Inventory: 10 bottles of beer; 6 bottles of wine; 1 bottle of whiskey; 1 bottle of sake.
Whoops. Just cut my pinky deep. It’s a good thing I’m eating tomato and paprika.
Reflection
I cut my pinky today, and this proved to be a fine moment to reflect on some things. Anyway, isn’t “love and sex” kind of like a celebrity tie-in? Bugs Bunny Orange Juice sells to kids who like Bugs Bunny (gotta love a talking bunny!), but also to kids who like OJ, and maybe they’ll become Bugs Bunny fanatics. It’s beneficial to both parties. But is the same true with...
Just waved my parents goodbye for a few days, got my Lubitel in front of me, no clue how it works.
Should I work, or should I take a photo walk? Work or photos? Work, or photos? Work, photos. Work, photos. Man, this decision crap is tough!
As the proud owner of four very diverse cameras, the gap to a Leica becomes ever smaller. But it’s still huge.
I just shot dozens of people. Don’t worry, they didn’t suffer a bit. (I shot my pellets from a Rokkor barrel.)
Desk: bananas, film, paper scraps, paint, coffee machine, phone, work on monitor. Wall: painting, bird. Tell Twitter what you see right now!
I feel awful for no good reason. This is my excuse for coffee. Don’t judge me.
Damnit! Just as I got under the shower, one of my neighbours knocked on my door, twice. I got out quickly, not done yet. No trace. Thanks!
It snowed here, but then died down to nothing at all. Winter can be pretty pessimistic about itself.
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This is my new camera.