Just posted a new Rachel Face set to Blue Blood’s GothicSluts.com. Guest starring her kitty Chowder. I had to stand on the bed to shoot a bunch of this set, but that is really just fine 🙂
Will provide a rant unrelated to these pretty pictures later. Going to watch many episodes of CSI now.
I woke up because two cars made a huge noise crashing right outside my window.
It was earthquake weather which makes me as freaked out as any wild animal.
Day before yesterday I tried putting wheat back into my elimination diet and confirmed what the bloodwork already said which is that I’m allergic to fucking wheat at this point. So my skin got all red and irritated and I felt really headachey and feverish the day before yesterday. Which means I got to start yesterday having missed sending some paperwork to my lawyer and having missed an ad deadline and having missed scheduling a shoot, those being the main things on my to-do list for the day.
So I was jittery from car wreck and earthquake and having eaten food I’m allergic to and was kicking myself for not being able to work when totally ill.
So I go down my friends list and I swear almost every post was a “in summary my life is a failure” or “hopefully the new meds will make this bearable” or “hellish detail of divorce” type of thing.
I went to post something supportive in a journal belonging to someone I’ve known for many years and came across a flurry of posts from someone who totally betrayed my friendship. And who, last time I saw them, told me that they totally didn’t give a damn about the person whose journal they were posting in yesterday, that the guy was a loser who would never have what it took to live in Los Angeles and couldn’t even get hard for some anal sex. Managed to restrain myself from clicking over to their journal. More because I knew how boring it would be than that I lacked morbid curiousity. But it still irritated me because I had managed to not think of them at all in quite a while and seeing their ugly icon made me think all over again about whether I should have told them what they did wrong instead of just hoping they would change in a positive way and the bad things they did could be water under the bridge. Plus I hate the thing where people talk really brutal smack behind someone’s back and then act like they are a supportive friend to their face.
Sorry I was a little cranky, Xtian. I strongly prefer that people not ask me about picture stuff that way in this venue, but I was feeling sucky and behind the eightball already and I absolutely feel the way I said, but I don’t feel that way at quite the Spinal Tap eleven I expressed it at yesterday.
Then some stranger in LJ was making comments about Szandora being too popular. Yeah, whatever that means.
Then I had to spend a few hours dealing with a business banking problem too complex and boring to detail, but suffice it to say that is was stressful and irritating.
Then I had a beverage fortified with a lot of vitamin C and had intense kidney and general abdominal pain. I knew I couldn’t take the pills any more and I’ve had this reaction before, but never so severe and only to the pills, not to just a drink.
Eating is my favorite thing and I am so tired of having to be so careful about it. Just the stress of not knowing what fucked new chemical sensitivity my body will come up with makes mealtime less fun.
This morning I started the day waking up dehydrated from being so sick last night. Then I got an email that there might be a problem with my New Year’s reservations in Vegas for the Blue Blood crew. Hopefully I ironed that out already. I’m going to drink water, attempt to eat something, and hopefully go back to sleep soon.
I woke up because two cars made a huge noise crashing right outside my window.
It was earthquake weather which makes me as freaked out as any wild animal.
Day before yesterday I tried putting wheat back into my elimination diet and confirmed what the bloodwork already said which is that I’m allergic to fucking wheat at this point. So my skin got all red and irritated and I felt really headachey and feverish the day before yesterday. Which means I got to start yesterday having missed sending some paperwork to my lawyer and having missed an ad deadline and having missed scheduling a shoot, those being the main things on my to-do list for the day.
So I was jittery from car wreck and earthquake and having eaten food I’m allergic to and was kicking myself for not being able to work when totally ill.
So I go down my friends list and I swear almost every post was a “in summary my life is a failure” or “hopefully the new meds will make this bearable” or “hellish detail of divorce” type of thing.
I went to post something supportive in a journal belonging to someone I’ve known for many years and came across a flurry of posts from someone who totally betrayed my friendship. And who, last time I saw them, told me that they totally didn’t give a damn about the person whose journal they were posting in yesterday, that the guy was a loser who would never have what it took to live in Los Angeles and couldn’t even get hard for some anal sex. Managed to restrain myself from clicking over to their journal. More because I knew how boring it would be than that I lacked morbid curiousity. But it still irritated me because I had managed to not think of them at all in quite a while and seeing their ugly icon made me think all over again about whether I should have told them what they did wrong instead of just hoping they would change in a positive way and the bad things they did could be water under the bridge. Plus I hate the thing where people talk really brutal smack behind someone’s back and then act like they are a supportive friend to their face.
Sorry I was a little cranky, Xtian. I strongly prefer that people not ask me about picture stuff that way in this venue, but I was feeling sucky and behind the eightball already and I absolutely feel the way I said, but I don’t feel that way at quite the Spinal Tap eleven I expressed it at yesterday.
Then some stranger in LJ was making comments about Szandora being too popular. Yeah, whatever that means.
Then I had to spend a few hours dealing with a business banking problem too complex and boring to detail, but suffice it to say that is was stressful and irritating.
Then I had a beverage fortified with a lot of vitamin C and had intense kidney and general abdominal pain. I knew I couldn’t take the pills any more and I’ve had this reaction before, but never so severe and only to the pills, not to just a drink.
Eating is my favorite thing and I am so tired of having to be so careful about it. Just the stress of not knowing what fucked new chemical sensitivity my body will come up with makes mealtime less fun.
This morning I started the day waking up dehydrated from being so sick last night. Then I got an email that there might be a problem with my New Year’s reservations in Vegas for the Blue Blood crew. Hopefully I ironed that out already. I’m going to drink water, attempt to eat something, and hopefully go back to sleep soon.
If you work as an attorney, do you want someone to respond to a friendly journal post with an inquiry on how a deposition is coming?
If you work as a car salesman, do you want someone to respond to a friendly journal post with an inquiry on how close to sales quota you are so far this month?
If you work as a doctor, do you want someone to respond to a friendly journal post with an inquiry on how many sick people are really feeling better for your efforts just now?
Or, more accurately . . .
If you work as an attorney, do you want someone you are giving free legal work to hound you to make your deposition a priority?
If you work as a car salesman, do you want someone you are giving a free car to nag you about the delivery date?
If you work as a doctor, do you want someone you are giving free medical care to whine that you see your actual patients first?
Among other things, I am a photographer. If you make me feel bad about being a photographer, I will never get around to publishing photos of you. I always have more work to do than it is possible to do. So things move up and down the priority list based on things like magazine deadlines, album drops, tour dates, and how happy I am about the photos. If you are an editor I work for or something along those lines and you have something you would like to assign me or a deadline is coming up, feel free to mention that you are looking for something from me once. One time is fine. I might forget something with everything on my to-do list, but nagging is not helpful. If you are some person who I pointed a camera at some time, you can contact me privately me with a request for what you would like. I do hook people up all the time. If you are wondering whether what you are about to ask is obnoxious, please look at the following exchange:
ME: Hi, how’s it going? I read your most recent journal post and here is a friendly thought on it.
YOU: Did you do the free work for me I want yet?
or . . .
ME: Here is my journal post about my innermost incredibly important thoughts and feelings.
YOU: I’ve paid no attention to your innermost incredibly important thoughts and feelings. Now give me something cool for free.
If either of those little example convos look like something you are doing, stop, think, and have just a little bit of fucking consideration and don’t do it.
So yesterday I went over to a photographer’s house. Someone I first met in 1995 when Blue Blood exhibited at the big comics show there. Realized he lives four blocks from me now. We talked about art and the exhorbitant price of California real estate vs. how awesome it is to live here. Really nice to hang out with someone talented who is not weirdly competitive. Very refreshing and enjoyable.
Just posted a new feature on Andy Laplegua of Combichrist and frontman of Icon of Coil at http://www.blueblood.net/bb_132.html with an interview by Kellie, in case you thought she was solely a hottie, she does a fine interview as well. Photography by myself and ForrestBlack. He was a fabulous photographic subject. Very creative and moved well in front of the camera. All rock guys should be so excellent.
So yesterday I went over to a photographer’s house. Someone I first met in 1995 when Blue Blood exhibited at the big comics show there. Realized he lives four blocks from me now. We talked about art and the exhorbitant price of California real estate vs. how awesome it is to live here. Really nice to hang out with someone talented who is not weirdly competitive. Very refreshing and enjoyable.
Just posted a new feature on Andy Laplegua of Combichrist and frontman of Icon of Coil at http://www.blueblood.net/bb_132.html with an interview by Kellie, in case you thought she was solely a hottie, she does a fine interview as well. Photography by myself and ForrestBlack. He was a fabulous photographic subject. Very creative and moved well in front of the camera. All rock guys should be so excellent.
Today is a good day. Feeling much better and cranking on getting things done this week. Think I might actually be sort of caught up soon. Whoo-hoo!
Going to go buy myself some organic goodness now. Think I will make a doctor’s appointment on Monday and see if I can start being more active and maybe try some yoga classes with Alex.
Now if I could just get on a sleep schedule vaguely related to my time zone . . .
Today is a good day. Feeling much better and cranking on getting things done this week. Think I might actually be sort of caught up soon. Whoo-hoo!
Going to go buy myself some organic goodness now. Think I will make a doctor’s appointment on Monday and see if I can start being more active and maybe try some yoga classes with Alex.
Now if I could just get on a sleep schedule vaguely related to my time zone . . .
Soooooo . . . there is this promoter who has an event coming up. I first met this promoter years ago when I still lived on the east coast and was just visiting Cali when a zinester friend took me to said promoter’s club night. The promoter was doing a really cool night then and he was still super effusive about how jazzed he was to have me and Forrest there etc. I liked the guy. We even supported some of his events after his stock took a downturn and they were not really the ideal ones to be supporting, but we felt that he was doing it from the right place.
He finally put a bigger event together but was always sort of weird about inviting me and Forrest to participate each year he did it. This year, he is doing the event within sight of my roof and one of my favorite Blue Blood girls wanted to perform at the event. She kind of did a freebie at it last year and was hoping to get booked properly this year. She says her performance drew more onlookers than most of the booked talent. So the promoter and I were talking about having her perform and doing some promo and all, but nothing was finalized. He wanted to not pay my girl. She was not into that. I asked him if he could offer something to help defray her expenses.
He didn’t get back to me, but he did have people spam the hell out of the Blue Blood boards. One guy alone did four or five threads about the event and not in the announcements forum either. I kind of think this promoter is trying to use my talent and my web site to further his event, but does not want to even put up a link to BlueBlood.net on his.
Should I just tell my girl to go perform for free again? I feel like she should be valued and I know they do have talent they are paying and she says they are promoting with her image from last year.
Should I be annoyed by this? Not sure how to handle the situation. I don’t want to end up with bad blood, but I don’t want to be a chump either. The promoter might just be busy too and I don’t want to overreact to nothing.
Soooooo . . . there is this promoter who has an event coming up. I first met this promoter years ago when I still lived on the east coast and was just visiting Cali when a zinester friend took me to said promoter’s club night. The promoter was doing a really cool night then and he was still super effusive about how jazzed he was to have me and Forrest there etc. I liked the guy. We even supported some of his events after his stock took a downturn and they were not really the ideal ones to be supporting, but we felt that he was doing it from the right place.
He finally put a bigger event together but was always sort of weird about inviting me and Forrest to participate each year he did it. This year, he is doing the event within sight of my roof and one of my favorite Blue Blood girls wanted to perform at the event. She kind of did a freebie at it last year and was hoping to get booked properly this year. She says her performance drew more onlookers than most of the booked talent. So the promoter and I were talking about having her perform and doing some promo and all, but nothing was finalized. He wanted to not pay my girl. She was not into that. I asked him if he could offer something to help defray her expenses.
He didn’t get back to me, but he did have people spam the hell out of the Blue Blood boards. One guy alone did four or five threads about the event and not in the announcements forum either. I kind of think this promoter is trying to use my talent and my web site to further his event, but does not want to even put up a link to BlueBlood.net on his.
Should I just tell my girl to go perform for free again? I feel like she should be valued and I know they do have talent they are paying and she says they are promoting with her image from last year.
Should I be annoyed by this? Not sure how to handle the situation. I don’t want to end up with bad blood, but I don’t want to be a chump either. The promoter might just be busy too and I don’t want to overreact to nothing.
When you mail somebody something twice, do you assume that they really got the thing both times and are looking for a third freebie or do you assume there is a problem at their post office or a problem at your post office?
Before I ran an internationally distributed magazine, I always thought there was no such thing as lost in the mail i.e. the check is in your mouth, I won’t come in the mail. Doing mailings of thousands of magazines, I realized that there is an infinite number of things the USPS can do to screw up. When we were based in Atlanta, we paid for an address correction service which was supposed to give us change of address info, but the Atlanta postal people thought we were evil and decided not to give us the data we paid for. Now that is evil.
Atlanta had a 24 hour Post Office. Which sounds great, except for the part where the counter people would get pissy if you made them mail more than 12 items and they would often just throw out whatever you mailed more than 12. Fortunately we learned this before losing too much, but still.
When I first got my space in Hollywood, there was some disagreement on which area it was zoned for as the building rested on sort of the line. The two post offices disagreed on which one should pick up and deliver the mail. Later on someone here (not me) slapped a postal carrier. So, to make a long story short, I don’t put things out for the postman here; I go to the Post Office.
So what are you likely to believe if someone says they did not receive something you sent them?
When you mail somebody something twice, do you assume that they really got the thing both times and are looking for a third freebie or do you assume there is a problem at their post office or a problem at your post office?
Before I ran an internationally distributed magazine, I always thought there was no such thing as lost in the mail i.e. the check is in your mouth, I won’t come in the mail. Doing mailings of thousands of magazines, I realized that there is an infinite number of things the USPS can do to screw up. When we were based in Atlanta, we paid for an address correction service which was supposed to give us change of address info, but the Atlanta postal people thought we were evil and decided not to give us the data we paid for. Now that is evil.
Atlanta had a 24 hour Post Office. Which sounds great, except for the part where the counter people would get pissy if you made them mail more than 12 items and they would often just throw out whatever you mailed more than 12. Fortunately we learned this before losing too much, but still.
When I first got my space in Hollywood, there was some disagreement on which area it was zoned for as the building rested on sort of the line. The two post offices disagreed on which one should pick up and deliver the mail. Later on someone here (not me) slapped a postal carrier. So, to make a long story short, I don’t put things out for the postman here; I go to the Post Office.
So what are you likely to believe if someone says they did not receive something you sent them?
Okay, I’m leaning towards going with Money Bookers as my paypal alternative. I know some people who have used it and had positive experiences and I don’t think I know anyone who has had a horrible one yet. Anyone have any experiences with it they’d like to share with me before I walk the plank? Thanks.