Tuna Fish Sandwiches
More Microsoft blaster worms all the day long, but it looks like we'll have it cleared up by end of day tomorrow. Not much fun, but not the end of the world either. I guess you learn most shit is diddly shit after a while, although there seems to be an awful lot of relearning required. "Right, I remember now. This is but diddly-shit, the end of the world shit is what you need to recall in order to put it all in perspective." PSA tests, for example. You gonna die before December, bucko, or are you going to live to see the morrow? End of the world questions are out there to be touched, just lightly touched at times when you need perspective. Today was a long day, but they had lunch brought in (tuna fish, how can I complain when I have a tuna fish sandwich, mercury and all?) and I did decent work. I'm tired. I'll be tired tomorrow.
Awwwww. It brings a tear to the eye.
Yeah, but that's what came out. Probably best to let it out and see if I can get it back on track by the second or third paragraph. I'm here at the appointed time waiting for inspiration. Sometimes inspiration arrives. More than I can say about Ms. Right or the big lottery ticket. Which would you prefer? The lottery or the perfect companion? I wonder what the truth is for most people? In my case a really good portrait session with Ms. Right-Model might be another option. It gets complicated when you think about it.
MSJ's wedding is coming up in another couple of weeks. I've ordered the 70 - 200 f 2.8 Nikkor lens, the one with the built in steady-cam mechanism, so I can get it, test it and use it for the wedding. A necessary item? No, none of these are necessary items, just nice to have. And if they produce that one good picture? Of Ms. Right-Model, of Ms. Pretty-Close-But-Not-Quite-Right-Model? Well, either one, it would be worth it's weight in tuna fish sandwiches.