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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I’m rarely in photos, because, it’s usually me behind the camera.
But for Sophie’s 1st birthday party, my camera was taken off me at the door, and other people took turns at snapping away ( mostly Katie’s two sisters ).
No one can work my camera; The majority of the photos are out of focus. But the important thing is, a couple of times during the day, I managed to spend with my bubbah, and sometimes, someone was there to capture it on camera.
When ever I take photos at parties, I’m always concious of people noticing me, and me bothering them. I don’t think I saw my camera the whole day…whoever had it, clearly was a stealthy bastard lol. I hope I’m that stealthy when I take photos.
Sophie’s birthday pile, all ready for her waking up tomorrow morning! #1st #birthday #babygram #instababy can’t believe she’s one year old already! (Taken with Instagram at Home Base Alpha)
And she doesn’t want anything.
I’ve tried out right asking, I’ve tried getting her to make a Wishlistr, I’ve tried subtly inquiring to find out if there is anything she wants but doesn’t realise…but to no joy.
I don’t know what to get for her.
And I can’t *do* things, like I would in previous years. Like, we can’t really go for a meal, just the two of us, because Sophie would need watched and would need breastfed ever 2 hours or so.
I’m not gonna give her coupons for her to redeem to have me take Soph off her hands sometimes, because, well, I do that anyway.
She doesn’t wear jewellery at the minute because it might scratch Soph.
This is tough. It’s never been this difficult before. And soon, her sisters and mum are gonna start asking me what she wants, and I’m not gonna have any answers.
So……….if anyone has an ideas…even just half an idea that I can work on and finish….an unpolished thought….I’ll take it.
ACTIVE TUMBLR BRAINSTORM / MINDMAP GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Today was the first time I’ve seen my dad since my birthday, and he’d picked this up for me as a gift ( along with a pair of pocket watches )
I’m quite excited to get it fired up and shoot some film with it, but from what I can tell, it’ll only give me 3 minutes! AND I might not be able to get it processed anywhere!
So, maybe it’ll just sit on my shelf, with the rest of my antique cameras.
I took a photo of my birthday presents, because I’ve found that any time someone asks me what I got, I draw a total blank. So, a couple of years ago, I started taking pics.
That wishllistr that I’d been pimping out….well, a bunch of them got together and chipped in to get me a Kindle and a Fujifilm Instax 210.
I was pretty much speechless. And today I’m going to attempt a fairly soppy thank you letter ( because some of the contributors are far far away :( and couldn’t see my shit-eater grin as I unwrapped the gifts ).
Then we had an old school night on the town, where I don’t think I had the same drink twice ( pint of tennants, jack and coke, rum and coke, half a fishbowl, vodka and coke, cider, jaegerbomb, jaeger and diet irn bru, a couple of sambuca shots, another beer )
Then, once my hangover has dissipated, Rosie and Kris came over, showering me with more gifts that I don’t deserve. And then we ate pizza and cake!
All this, and it’s not even my birthday yet!!!!!
Like, I don’t even remember the last time, it was soooo long ago.
But tonight. Tonight. Furys. Let’s fucking do this.
I think I’m handling it quite well. I haven’t cried yet.
I’ve had people tell me that 30 isn’t that old. But, I remember a time before the internet.
I remember there being only 4 channels.
Shit, one of my first TVs, didn’t store the channels…..if you wanted to change to BBC1, you had to retune every time. It was just a dial, that 90% of it was static, and you’d feel like you were cracking a safe, where every now and again, you’d hit upon a channel.
I remember when stations closed for the night. They turned off…stopped transmitting.
I remember when email addresses were GIVEN to you….you didn’t choose it, it was a number, like a phone number. No firstname.lastname@example.org…you were email@example.com
I remember when THIS was the pinnacle of gaming technology ( I had a Spectrum +3 )
I remember getting milk at school.
I remember you had to be actually in the house to make a phone call! I remember not being able to use the house phone and the internet at the same time!
I remember when I could go into HMV without thinking “Do they have to play the music so loud?”
I REMEMBER WHEN EDDIE MURPHY WAS FUNNY!
I remember seeing Jurassic Park in the cinema, first week it opened. It was a PG13 and I was 11. I snuck the fuck in and to this day, I still jump at the same fucking bit ( raptor snorting on the glass ).
I know I’m not the oldest person on Tumblr ( That’s Doug, surely ¬_¬ ) but, I do feel old. Or maybe, just a lot has changed in the last 30 years. Maybe other generations wont feel like this, because the change wont be as noticeable.
Katie wants to get me something…significant.
Something important, something monumental, something special.
But I don’t know what I want. And with less than 30 days to go, the chance of getting something from overseas is practically nil, now.
I’m so ill-prepared for this. I possibly mean that in the emotional sense as well.
SO! Any ideas for a present that says
FUCK YEAH YOU HAVE SURVIVED 30 FUCKING YEARS AND MOST OF YOU STILL FUNCTIONS ADEQUATELY
yet isn’t silly expensive ( like, total max budget of around £150 MAX )?
It’s Gravitys Gone’s birthday today!
Y’all should go with Miche a very happy birthday, because she is lovely. We’re hoping to see her and her lovely wife Jen tomorrow for some Sophie cuddles.
Top tip: Have a baby, never need to spend money on birthday presents for your friends again. Just dole out hugs and shitty drawing that your kid has done. Result!
if you don’t already. Because it’s his birthday today, and even though he likes ADTR, he’s still sorta alright.
Because it’s his birthday. Of course. It’s not just some poorly conceived practical joke.
Or is it?
PLUS! Since you like gaming and hot chicks and funny things, you may as well follow his blog too, since, it’s a bit good.
I ran my work because the boss is away, came home, rushed out to Katie’s mum for an epic huge dinner and epic huge lols with her 2 sisters, and now we’re back home.
I’m stuffed and I’m pooped. So. Bed, it is.
I think, you all should go and say happy birthday to the rather lovely Rhi, because she is lovely and it’s her birthday.
Could you imagine waking up on your birthday morning, to find your Tumblr ask box filled…..over-flowing, even, with birthday wishes?
We should make that a thing:
Whenever someone points out a Tumblrs birthday, everyone who sees the message has to leave them a birthday ask!
ANYWAY! Happy birthday Rhiann! I can’t figure out the time difference, but I’m going to bed now, so hopefully this is roughly sorta your birthday day.
What do you do when you have no money, but you want to get someone a birthday present? You make one! This would be a much better plan, however, if you had any skills in craft, which I don’t. ^_^
It’s Sarah’s birthday and she, like any sane person, loves sloths. I had seen this:
and thought it would be ideal for her, save for the fact that she already has a necklace that she isn’t likely to take off. lol
So, step one, copy the outline onto a sheet of paper and cut it out:
Step 2: Using the paper template, cut out 2 shapes of felt ( one for front, one for back )
Step 3: Trim it to size ( holy shit felt is resistant to blunt scissors! ) and stitch on a white bit for a face.
Step 4: Eye thing bits. Now would also be a good time to sew eyes and things. I just did it with a knot of yellow thread.
Step 5: Stitch up half of it, sewing the front and the back together.
Step 6: Stuff the open hole with fluffy toy stuffing. Use a pokey stick to poke it into the corners and into the arms. Or, if you’re like me, and can’t sew, you’ll have accidentally sewn up the tiny arms, and you wont be able to get the stuffing in there. So, you’ll have floppy spazzy arms.
Sew the arms together at the tips, so that he’s all grabby onny to things.
The Esty one was a proper necklace ( not to mention that it was well made ¬_¬ ) but mine took a different route. I went for a bit of ribbon so that it could be worn as a necklace, even though it wont be, or could just be strung up somewhere. And I went for green, so it looked like a vine! Silly sloth! You so lazy!
So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH!
Everyone should go follow her, or at very least go wish her a happy birthday, and tell her she’s wonderful: