Sorry, old Roger Miller song running through my head there..."My pappy was a pistol I'm a son of a gun."
Anyway, here it is Wednesday and dang it if I haven't let two more post-less days get past me. One of these days...I will make it 30 days in a row. Maybe February? Hey, there's only 28 days in February...We'll see.
Let's see, to catch up? Monday was a typical Monday. It started way too early. I had lab time at 6:00 a.m. which meant I was up at 4:15 a.m. That sucks, major.
Tuesday, NAPG meeting at Tommy's Pizza. Had a really great time and I counted about 19 attendees. Big group again this month. Seems like folks are really getting engaged in the group and excited about getting together, exchanging ideas and learning how to take better photos. I know I am. We are going to try more "organized" photo outings this year, as well as some workshop/learning sessions. I'm hoping for and planning on lots of fun and learnin' this year. It's funny. I have met some of the most wonderful folks this past year via NAPG. But, on the other hand, I've run into a very few that really have an elitist attititude about the whole photography thing. Photography Snobs, you might say. They know more than the rest of us unwashed masses about all things photographic. Yet, they don't seem to want to help us poor numbskulls improve our skill or learn new things. I suppose that fits with the elitist attitude though. Oh well, it must suck to be them. :-)
Best thing I have seen in a long time occurred this week and that would be the snippets of video I have seen from the Scott Brown/Coakley debate in Massachusetts. Brown (or Hottie McAwesome as HillBuzz calls him) has pulled to within two percentage points of Ms. Coakley. Check out this little exchange:
Isn't that just precious? He also came up with a zinger telling her she could run again Bush and Cheney all she wanted, but his name was Scott Brown and he drove truck with over 200,000 miles on it! And then today we see video and pics of one of her thugs pushing down a reporter in D.C. Priceless.