These were some crazy looking birds. If I hadn’t read the sign, I would’ve thought they were Ostriches. Scary as they look, they seemed to be quite friendly since they came right over to us. Not that I would ever try and touch one. I’m sure they’re all nice and cuddly until you stick a stubby finger through the fence to pet it and then WHAM! That finger is Emu food.
I just wrote this line into an email:
I never took an unpaid internship except for once at a recording studio and that’s just because it was full of boys and semi-celebrities recording music.
I had to stop and read it a few times before continuing on. I was shocked at how naturally it came out since most of the time I forget that I even worked there, much less pondered the reasons I was there at all.
But seriously, if you’re not being paid, shouldn’t you be compensated in some other way? All I did was sit at the front desk and occasionally answer the phone, so it’s not like I was learning invaluable skills that would make me a much wiser and competent human being. Unless, of course, we are talking about refining my flirting skills. And in that field, my friend, I was a born natural.
I’m surprised it’s taken me so long to actually post photos of my sexy new computer. That’s probably because it’s kind of gay. And I forgot that I had actually taken any photos. But I’m a nerd. And I spend about 10 hours a day staring at this thing and telling myself that I am not, in fact, a nerd, but Queen of the Universe instead. And then when I close it at night, I pretend that it’s actually bowing down to me. Because I control it. It does not control me. Windows users, take a hint.
This event was a complete waste of my time. I found out about this event yesterday afternoon (the day of said event) and promptly sent my RSVP from this page at going.com. It seemed like a good cause, cool event, and I wanted to go. Now, in the invitation located above, is there any mention that you must RSVP by a certain time? Take a good look. Didn’t find one, did you?
My friend and I arrived at about 6:50pm, 10 minutes before the event was supposed to start. There were a few people lined up outside, so we followed suit. After waiting until 7:30pm - in the cold - we finally got to the door. The woman checked for our names on the list and neither of us were on it. Apparently you had to RSVP by 12pm on the day of the event. Again, where on this invitation is that little factoid?
After explaining to her that our RSVP’s were accepted and there was no notice whatsoever that the invitation portion of the event was closed, a cute gay guy in a pink shirt that was also working the event opened his mouth to possibly try to remedy the situation. But she cut him off. And told us there was nothing she could do. Because you had to RSVP by 12pm. After that there was a bit of snottiness from both parties as I told her that maybe they should have worked better with the promoters, and she informed me that she was in charge of the PR for this event. Way to do your job, lady.
Regardless, I thought this was an event to empower women. On what planet does some chick with a clipboard and a power trip turning girls away because of a flaw in the invitation promote this empowerment? I’m sorry, this is not a club where you’re trying to up the appeal by being selective. This is a free event to promote a company and a cause. A bad customer experience from one person can damage that company’s reputation. Especially if this person knows how to use the internet to influence people.
That being said, I will never spend a cent at DEX. I have no idea how well they may cut, color, and style hair, but from what I’ve seen, their staff could use a makeover. Customer experience is extremely important and they obviously hired someone that doesn’t acknowledge this.
I’ve been slow with editing new photos, so this is another from the very snowy day we had a few weeks ago. Maybe I’m slow because Photoshop CS2 goes at half speed on the new machines and my 30 day CS3 trial ended after 2 days. Feeling bitterness toward Adobe? Just a tad.
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It’s partially my own fault for attempting to install 2,000+ fonts at once on a dying machine, but this is what that action did to my old computer. Completely warped the basic sans-serif stuff. Please, for the love of fonts, go get Extensis Suitcase Fusion. Your life will be much easier.
Whenever I see or think of vultures, I get an intense sense of deja vu from when I was a wee one learning the alphabet. My parents used to play this video that taught you the ABC’s by using songs about animals and the Vultures were always Very, Very Vicious.
The video also uses U for Unicorn. And though these magical creatures have yet to be located in the tangible sense of the world, I believe they are real. If only because this video told me so. I mean, how else would I learn the letter U?
The funniest part of the video, however, is that there is no animal that starts with X. In fact, I think the only word that children can relate to that DOES start with X is xylophone. So what did they do? Xo. Ox, spelled backwards!!
I feel like I’m running out of things to say about these photos from the zoo, but I was just so happy to see the sun and feel warm that I can’t stop posting them. However, I have been working on new stuff that I have yet to post on here. And I did a pretty sweet shoot last night of some really cool charcoal drawings. More info to come on those…
On our trip to the zoo, my Aunt Lynn was all excited that you could feed the birds and they’d come right over and hang out on your arm. And I was all, “I don’t trust those things, they’re spastic and poop everywhere.”
Sure enough, once one got wind that the nice lady was feeding them, they all went crazy and attacked her.
How are you liking those birds now, Aunt Lynn? Huh?? Not so cute anymore.
Taken at the Brevard Zoo last week in Florida. I’m not actually sure if they are crocodiles or alligators. They had both and the only difference I could really see between the two was that they were on opposite sides of the footbridge. I think it has to do with their scales or something?? I don’t know, but I’d sure like to wrestle (read: snuggle) with one. They’re too cute to be so mean.