I like to take photos of things. Mostly peoples. Mostly pretty peoples, if I'm honest. But sometimes toys, or dogs, or maybe a tree. Y'know, interesting stuff.
I shoot a few burlesque shows, but that's just to kill time between photoshoots with models, where I can control the light and the pose and the magic.
My photos will have the tag "my photo". Otherwise, it's stolen from the vast wilderness that is the internet. I usually source pics from Model Mayhem, Flickr or We <3 it.
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My job….I pack things. I put things into boxes and send them all over the world.
I used to do it 5 days a week, but the boss cut me down to 3 days to save money. And then down to two days.
I’m routinely not paid when I should be, with my wages going to “more important thing” like buying more stock. Not saying stock isn’t important, but without me…it’s just gonna sit on the shelf, y’know?
Further cost-cutting has lead to us not having bubble wrap. Which you would think you would need, since we’re posting out relatively delicate items to all corners of the world.The past few weeks without bubble wrap, I’ve been routinely getting pulled up because items are arriving damaged.
I’ve been looking for other job, but there is nothing. Actually nothing. My town, Ayr, is dying. The high street is dead, the amount of closed shops is about the same as the open. Offices are closing and laying scores of people off all the time. I know it’s the same everywhere, but Ayr is so small to begin with, it’s quite noticeable. Somewhere like Glasgow, there is a higher chaff:wheat ratio.
“Why don’t you get a job in Glasgow then?" The traveling would suck away all the money I’m working to earn. I’d have to work way more hours, to break even the same as I’m getting just now, because travel isn’t a factor in Ayr. Not to mention I’d be leaving so early in the morning, I’d see Sophie and Katie for all of about 20 minutes and then get home after Sophie’s bedtime at night.
“Why don’t you move to Glasgow?" I have a mortgage on the flat I’m in just now. And no one is buying property at the minute. We’d make a serious loss on selling, and then not have enough money to buy/rent in Glasgow anyway.
Le sigh. Maybe Santa will bring me a squillion pounds for Christmas and I can afford to do the Stay-At-Home Dad thing, writing my cyber-noir Tom-Clancy-meets-William-Gibson-meets-Raymond-Chandler epic novel at night, taking photos on the side.
Santa does that sorta thing, right?
Every time I closed my eyes last night, I had a new bad dream.
The worst was about me leaving Soph in a public toilets and then me just going about my day, and finding her later on standing at an intersection of a busy road just standing there, crying.
And I’m like “Oh yeah, I forgot about you…”
And the me in the dream was just not the me in real life. Dream me was acting and behaving in ways I never would, but I couldn’t stop it… I was just forced to see it first person!
Didn’t get much sleep.
I’ve spent a few hours today and this evening looking into a method of syncing articles that I want to read, and sending them to my Kindle to read at a later time.
After some faffing, and a bunch of the “big names” not quite doing things right, I think I’ve settled on a system that works.
I’ve now got an Evernote notebook just called KINDLE ARTICLES that, when I clip to it ( using the sexy Evernote Clearly to strip out the adverts and page breaks ), automagically sends it to my kindle.
The benefit of it being, I already use Evernote, so it’s already installed on my phone and every computer that I go near, plus has the web client for any public machines I happen to go on.
The downside is that is send each article individually…I was hoping for a sort of weekly digest sorta thing, but it works, and it that’s enough for me just now.
Sophie, a banana and some Vashta Nerada creeping up behind her.
My mouth looks like every scene from the first Hostel movie.
Because I’m shy?
Today I bought the new Adventure Time comic, just to get the super cool stickers! I am excite to stick them places!
Today, we went on an adventure to Rozelle / Alloway for an adventure feeding the ducks / touching metal mice!
Soph liked to remind each duck that they were lucky as she threw the bread to them. She then said “Don’t shout at me!” and refused to give bread to one of the ducks.
We went for a mini wander into the woods, but saw neither a Gruffalo nor a Totoro. Sake.