Sunday, February 26, 2006

One shot, one kill

Thanks to A Trainwreck In Maxwell, I took this test.



You scored as Sniper Rifle. You like sharpshooting. Stealth, accuracy and range are your best friends. So you need sniper rifle (if you don't already have one).



Sniper Rifle

100%

Assault Rifle

63%

Machinegun

63%

Shotgun

50%

Pistol

44%

Revolver

25%

SMG

25%

What Firearm Fits You Best?
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Deconstruction continues at the gallery

Possibly the worst thing that can happen to an artist is to have his or her work removed for renovation. You know, the kind of renovation that will please even the best Administrative Assistant, a VP who has all his or her taste in their mouths, and the kind of renovation that definitely pleases a used-car salesman.

This photo is too high... whine whine whine. Or the best one yet was, My momma always said pictures should be hung so they are at eye level, uttered by a 5'5" person. Hmmm. He is right, we should put step stools in front of every grouping so he can actually have his suggestion initiated. Ummmm, let me think about that for a millisecond. No. 

Why is it that the CEO absolutely loved the finished product until other opinions, like assholes, opened up and spewed forth their diarhea-like ideas onto the walls.

I am over the initial frustration, and have been spending days trying to come up with a design that everyone likes. Kind of like being a cat's scratching post. It has a useful purpose, unless you are the post.

I will make it work, it will be better than before. Now, if I could only stop the clock while I figure this out.

Desdemona is also taking it in stride, bless her heart, she is being fantastic about this, and I think I am taking it harder than she is. Which is funny because it was mostly her work. I admire her, and she doesn't even know it!

Stomps With Foot has been a trooper as well. I tend to download my frustrations upon her shoulders after a day at work. I just wish I had had a chance to show her the gallery before it was deconstructed. However, the final (yeah, right) product will make everyone happy as little clams, complete with smug smiles from the artists.

Friday, February 24, 2006

IEDC - Idiotic Executive Design Committee

All the work Desdemona and I have done for the past three months has been erased. Not by a magic eraser, but by the IEDC. After consulting with the top dog and receiving his blessing we proceeded with our project of hanging more than 160 photos in our new gallery and just found out that the IEDC has decided they don't like the way it looks. What? After all these approvals and costs associated with the project? You mean you want me to tear it down and start it over? WTF? Alas, there is a disturbance in the force, Luke. Anyone got a .45 slug to put me out of my misery?
And why is it that the IEDC didn't raise their hands more than two months ago when the process was first started? Why? Just give me one good reason …

Methinks those least qualified are trying to be the big swinging dicks; the inmates are running the asylum. 

And did I mention this has to be completed by next Thursday? Load that chamber, I think I will have my way with this committee.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Don't flush it!

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Damn, Dubyah is threating veto on any bill that Congress passes that would obviate the running of six ports by the United Arab Emirates. Ummmm, let me get this clear, NOW White House spokesman Scott McClellan says the president was not aware of the pending deal until it was approved and had become public but then checked with his Cabinet secretaries just to ensure they stood by their approval of the plan by state-controlled Dubai Ports World to manage six US ports. WTF?

What? Shall we piss or get off the pot? Wait, let's just flush the damn thing, after all, we all know what radical Middle-eastern men between 18 and 40 years of age do, don't we? Doesn't he?

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Another nugget!

While editing my photography from one of my recent resort shoots, I found this one that I remember commenting about. The comment was, "Man, talk about customer service!"

pottyhumor

Saturday, February 18, 2006

A little known Veteran's Memorial Park

Over in the sleepy town of Hawkins, Texas, (north of Tyler) there is a man who restores aircraft. About six years ago I was en route to one of our resorts and noticed his hanger-like workshop on the main road north. I stopped by and he was restoring George Bush's WWII plane for display at the Bush Library at Texas A&M University. I was dumbfounded. As I am looking through the hundreds of photos I took a couple of weeks ago, I came across these.

Apache

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This man restored a Cobra Gunship and made it the centerpiece of the Veteran's Memorial Park. I must say, that this is truly a work of art, both from the technological standpoint and from the finish-out replete with pilot and RIO, who sits amidship behind and above the pilot.

Must get back to work on these damn photos, but I wanted to share these, and remind myself to do some research on this man and his passion.

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Thanks to Rockhauler for properly identifying the Cobra!

This sign really made me feel safe

While on a photo shoot a couple of weeks ago, I saw this sign at the entrance to one of our properties.

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Now, I must say that meth is an evil substance and its eradication should be assessed as more like pissing into the wind from the bow while sailing at ramming speed. The next thing I know, the security guy comes out (nice kid - maybe 24 years old) and says he'd like to show me his AR-15. Nice piece, nice guy. Then a lady comes by and asks, "Is there really a meth problem here in East Texas?"

Ummmm ... duh. No, really, we just like to have folks come out and watch the meth being produced for consumption by our kids; it's the neighborly thing to do.

Insanity prevails

Ahoy me hearties. Me 38-40 or so regular visitors who have seen neither hide nor hair from this stressed-out pirate. Alas, 'tis no excuse for not at least posting something for the past two months. There is still much afoot, most of which I canna tell ye about , as I work for a public company (not to be confused with a pubic company - for adolescents only).

I had been hoping against hope that I would have been able to get these projects completed yet more and more keep coming at me. A veritable cannonade of fire 'cross me bowsprit. At least the forestays are in one piece.

This weekend finds me in two places - one is at home pushing 84 meg pixel photos around for display in an offsite location that begins installation next Tuesday. Did I mention that I am still pushing pixels around. There are more than 160 huge-ass pieces of museum quality photography (shot by yours truly) that must be completed, printed, framed and hung before next Wednesday. Wednesday is an appropriate day, named after Woden - a bastardization of the name of the Norse god Odin, as it will take an intervention of the gods to make this happen. The second place I will be found this weekend is in the studio with the film editor as we try to complete an eleven-minute diatribe for presentation on March 1st. Again, appropriate as Mars is the god of war, for which I have already girded my loins.

I haven't had a weekend OFF for about three months now, and quite frankly, it sucks. But, as they say, that's why they pay me the big bucks. Well, I have news for you. All the high six-figure income does not stop the walls from moving in my peripheral vision. I hit the proverbial wall last week at about 3 p.m. and was lucky to get home without wrecking the car.

Methinks that blogging again will enable me to rest for a bit, even if it is a brief posting.

Thank ye verily to the 38 who consistently seek postings on the barren wasteland of late.