I have never appreciated my television’s MUTE button more than when CBS broadcasts a college football game.
I have never appreciated my television’s MUTE button more than when CBS broadcasts a college football game.
The press called Ronald Reagan the “Teflon President” because nothing they threw at him would stick.
Obama might be the same way; we’ll never know unless the mainstream media actually *does* throw something at him. Maybe I missed the week where he was granted immunity. No, that’s “Top Chef”. Never mind.
Between the multiple (and ongoing) ACORN scandals, the missing birth certificate, the apology tour, ClimateGate, questionable bailouts, trillion-dollar health-care grabs, ostentatious elitism, and so much more, one has to wonder why the media is stockpiling their ammo.
They certainly shot first, asked questions later when Bush was President. (Insert Dick Cheney joke here– you know you’re dying to.)
But can you imagine Obama having the chutzpah to declare, “Mr. Gorbachev– tear down this wall!” and have anyone take him seriously?
Me, either.
Shots from the 2009 All South are starting to go up on the site.
I made a boneheaded mistake: I had the light meter set to balance the whole frame rather than center-weighted. Either I forgot to reset it or I bonked the dial while swapping lenses, and far too many of the shots were overexposed– hence the black-and-white shots that show up on occasion in the collection.
I also got caught flat-footed when the head judge dismissed a competitor, the only one in her weight class, without performing her mandatories. Sure, I understand that she’d automatically *won* her class and from that aspect there wasn’t much point to keeping her out there, but I’d been shooting all the on-stage competitors equally during the free-posing, which means she only got a couple of shots.
If I’d been paying attention (having been bitten by this before) I’d’ve shot only her during the free-posing and the other competitors during the mandatories. It’s the greater shame because she’s made terrific progress since the last time I saw her, at the 2008 Gainesville.
Either way they were rookie errors that come from letting too much time go between shows. I’ll have to make a checklist for next year, I suppose.
_Update, 2009 Dec 03:_ Last of the show shots are up. Enjoy.
The site overall is still in a state of upheaval (like everything else these days) but with luck I’ll get the final few contests ported over to Coppermine soon, which will allow me to remove the standalone “Contest Photos” page.
I put Michael Bay windows in my house and it blew up.
The old joke about spending in Washington goes, “You spend a million here, a billion there, and all of a sudden you’re talking about *real* money.”
When it gets into phrases like “billion” and “trillion” our brains just sort of freeze. The concepts are too big, too vast, too overwhelming.
Tell you what, though. Here’s a way to help grasp it.
You’d like to win a million dollars in the lottery, right? For most of us, that would pretty much set us up for life. Put most of it in the bank at four percent and make as much money off the interest as we take home now.
Right now, our national debt is increasing a million dollars about every twenty seconds… just about the time it took you to read this.
“Loud pipes save lives,” cry some noisy bikers, but I have a corollary:
“Startled motorists make rotten lanefellows.”