It’s nearly impossible
to bring a man around
to your way of thinking
if he believes
that you haven’t heard *his*.
It’s nearly impossible
to bring a man around
to your way of thinking
if he believes
that you haven’t heard *his*.
Last shots from the 2009 Florida Championships went up tonight– er, this morning.
Next up: the 2009 Greater Gainesville. Shouldn’t take *nearly* as long, a much smaller show but the shots turned out much better as well.
Since 99% of the new registrations over the past two months have been bot-spam, I’ve temporarily turned off the “Anyone can register” option. If you want to register just send me an email.
The Gators won. The Reds won. I caught up on some much-needed sleep.
Does it really take so little to make a boy happy?
Well, yeah. :)
Here’s something that I just realized, and the implications are frightening:
_Where is the insurance industry’s panicked response to proposed Federal competition and/or takeovers??_
Shouldn’t they be screaming bloody murder (which is not covered under your policy, most likely)?
Shouldn’t they be loudly justifying their existence in any and all media possible? Shouldn’t they be announcing their own internal reform plans which would eliminate the need for Federal absorption?
Well, yes– they *should*.
But since they’re *not*… what does that imply?
Let’s assume, for the sake of nightmares, that Obamacare passes (which optimistically further assumes that the Supreme Court hasn’t already locked photon torpedoes on the entire project).
If that happens, why, the best health care in the world will still be found right here in America, responsive, available, and free of the taint of socialistic catastrophe…
… for a price, of course…
… on the Indian reservations, right next to the casinos.
People use the phrase “Internet addiction” like it was a _bad_ thing.
I managed to get a couple hundred shots from the 2009 Florida Championships up.
For all that, I’ve barely dented the remaining shots, and I’ve got both morning and night shots from the Greater Gainesville to put up as well. (boggle)
_Update 1, Sept 3 2009:_ Another 50 shots up. I’m about 1/3 through.
_Update 2, Sept 7 2009:_ Another 82 shots, which translates to 3 classes. One more men’s class, then things should speed up until I get to the men’s open.
_Update 3, Sept 10 2009:_ Another 186 shots up, I can see light at the end of the tunnel. :)
_Update 4, Sept 12 2009:_ Another 98 shots up. Just 325 left in the post-processing bin, meaning probably another 150 to go.
_Update 5, Sept 13 2009:_ Another 35 shots up.
_Update 6, Sept 21 2009:_ Another 83 shots up. I’m guessing there are about 65-75 left to go.
_Update 7, Sept 22 2009:_ Another 56 shots up. One class left!
*Meanwhile…*
Riddle me this: Someone will spend months, if not years, training, practicing, dieting, tanning, spending moderate fortunes and otherwise making their lives miserable in order to spend about ten to twelve seconds per pose on stage in front of the judges.
Why in the name of all reason would they then spend six to eight seconds of that time *preparing* to pose?
You know the ones I mean. A shot is called, let’s say “side chest”, and they’ll turn sideways, look at the ground, stomp their foot down on the stage behind them, wiggle it around, breathe in and out quickly a few times, flex their legs, straighten their arm, flex out their tricep, send a tweet (“doodz im pwning muh class @ the shw!”), cook some pasta for later, then with the agility of molasses actually _take the side chest pose_.
By which time of course the judges have called for the next pose.
For years I’ve heard the old wives’ tale “you either have to hit your pose FIRST or LAST”. Which is rubbish. The judges can’t judge (not to mention the photographers can’t shoot) until *everyone* has taken their pose.
Stragglers are just holding up the show. I wish they’d just take their pose, and save the contortions for mime class.