Ths s my 1st blog ntry with my cell. Im restricted 2 150 chars so il likely run outa space b4 i even say n e thing usful. Thx 4 readn
Ths s my 1st blog ntry with my cell. Im restricted 2 150 chars so il likely run outa space b4 i even say n e thing usful. Thx 4 readn
On my way in to work this morning, I had some good time to think as I dodged all the potholes. And I wasn’t just pondering about the usual life and love and why. What I asked myself was… When are they going to invent those cool hover cars we see in all the movies? I don’t know how much more of these crumby roads my car tires can take. I mean lets face it, the wheel was a nice invention in it’s time, but I think cars can do better without them. That’s why today’s mission is to put the wheel in the museum. Besides not having to worry about all the potholes, neither would traction be an issue, because the car doesn’t touch the road in the first place. The only obstacles we would have to overcome would be…well gravity for one. Everybody else can have their bumpy rides and slippery roads, but anyone who knows me knows that I don’t think the same way as everybody else. Okay, so maybe I don’t think at all. Yeah, I know this one is just as crazy as all my other ideas, but this one’s gonna work I’m tellin ya…
I’m squinting as I’m writing this, so sorry if I make a typo. The ironic thing though, is not that I’m not wearing glasses, but that I’m actually wearing contacts, and new ones at that. Who knows, maybe I don’t know my alphabet that well so I screwed up the eye doctor. But the dumb thing is that I don’t even know if I have them in the correct eye. The containers they were in didn’t say which one was left and which one was right. And I don’t know what all the numbers mean, but I assumed that the one with the most correction would be for the eye that’s the most blind. My eyes are so bad anyway, I don’t see why they don’t just call me legally blind and get it over with. Maybe because they don’t want to lose me as a customer?
Well I’m not just here to complain about my poor vision. I actually wanted to tell about my newest invention. You see, when people can’t see that well they can get around just fine. They can hang out with friends and have fun. They can run and jump and do most things…until they have to read something. It’s the text that’s the problem. And no, I’m not suggesting that we make everything large print. That wouldn’t help people like me anyway. So my idea is that we implant a microchip into everything that would normally be read with the eyes. Whenever you look at it, this chip would transmit a signal that would tell you exactly what it says. Here’s how it works: when you look at one of the devices, your retina sends out a distinctly unmistakable reflection which triggers the CMOS censors and sends out alpha rays in the exact direction that the retinal reflection was seen from. The signal is then decoded by a nuero-ceptor textilizer device implanted in the brain. To accomodate for the size of the device, a little more than one fifth of the brain would have to be removed. But this is not hard to overcome when one sees the benefit. Just imagine; to read a book, all you have to do is look at the cover; glance at the clock and immediately you know exactly what time it is. The technology is still in the works, so please try and be patient. In the meantime, concentrate real hard on what you’re trying to read, and remember that squinting works pretty well, except when you have your contacts in the wrong eyes.
I don’t see why Microsoft puts so much effort into advertising. I mean, everybody already knows who they are and everybody in the whole world already uses their products. Furthermore, everybody already knows that their products Stink. Maybe Bill Gates’ money has burned a really big, gaping hole in his pocket. Is that why he gave billions to charity so he could be knighted by the Queen of England? What if, instead of advertising, they made something that actually works good? I don’t know, maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m getting people mad at me. Maybe I should put a disclaimer at the bottom of all of my posts that says to please disregard the loser posting all of these retarted comments.
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Let me take a minute to describe to you one of a photographer’s most important tools. Not only does it keep all his equipment safe from being damaged, but it also keeps everything clean. And I won’t even mention what it’s most commonly used for, but despite both of these essential uses, the thing I use it for the most is the disposal of the secretion of the nasal mucus glands. (Yes, I mean snot.) Toilet paper is one of those things that I don’t stay far away from, especially when I’m sick and my mucus glands are very generous. I mean it, I’ve been sick for a couple days and I’ve used almost two rolls of it. Maybe some people can only find one use for it, but I say that whoever invented toilet paper deserves a lot more credit than he got.
I don’t get why guys always wear a tuxedo to their wedding. I mean, it’s the most memorable moment in their life and they’ve got to wear an uncomfortable, clumsy costume. Seriously, when/if I get married, I want to be comfortable. And when I say comfortable, I don’t mean like a t-shirt and jeans either. To me, comfortable is my favorite blue pj’s. Yeah, and some soft, fuzzy slippers. The last thing I need is to be distracted when my tie pinches my neck. It’s not like everyone has to follow tradition. Man, people are really crazy these days.
Okay, I know this is a really dumb post, but I’ve been sick lately and nothing exciting has been happening, so this was the only thing I could come up with.
I was interrupted today by a call from Spiderman’s agent. It turns out they’re looking for someone to be the next Spiderman. But even with my own natural abilities and photo genetics, I had to turn down the offer. I just have too many things going on in my own life to take on the responsibilities of Spiderman. Like keeping my blog updated and learning other languages, like Pig Latin for one.
Okay, okay, I’m lying. What really happened was the people who own the rights to Superman called, desperate to find someone to replace Keanu Reeves because he apparently turned down the offer to be the next Superman. As much as I would have loved to accept the offer, I legally couldn’t because I had already signed a contract this morning with a different company to do another film. That’s right; today I became a movie star. Today was the first day of shooting for the epic film, The Mathews Virtual Tour. Now from the title you might be thinking that it’s a long, boring, cheaply produced video describing the company that builds the best archery bows in the world. But in reality, it’s a dramatic action film documenting the life of a true hero. This legendary figure does his heroic deeds going from place to place disguising himself as a tourist, which is a very effective method of keeping a secret identity because once he has finished his work in one place, he leaves no trace of himself and moves on to where he’s needed next. One of his favorite techniques to distract a villain is to ask him complex technical questions about manufacturing processes. These deep, thought provoking questions distract his enemy just enough so he can capture him and take him to the local authorities. The villain is left so confused about what happened that he can’t remember anything, thus keeping the hero’s identity secret.
The release date of the film is, as of yet, undetermined. And I know that you’re just as excited as I am to see the final result.
I recieved this strange looking small yellow sticker in the mail the other day, and I can’t figure out what it’s for. It has the letters S I M written on it inside this weird looking shape. Next to that is the number 90 in bigger letters. The sticker is only about one or two inches across, and it’s yellow with red lettering with a shiny/sparkling finish. I wonder, is it an acronym for something, or maybe some kind of code? To make it even more confusing, the envelope that it came in says to put it on my license plate. If anyone can help me figure out what this is for, I sure would appreciate it. And who knows, maybe there’s a bunch of other people that recieved a sticker like this and are just as confused as I am. Whatever the case may be, something needs to be straightened out here.
I was looking today at the website of a graphic designer named Josh Meyer. The more I think about it, the more I realize that my name is…well less than unique, to say the least. This isn’t the first time I’ve realized it, of course. In fact, I’ve become so used to hearing the name Josh, that I don’t even look anymore when I hear my name called. I did a search for Joshua at the Social Security Administration website and it came up third for the most popular male name. That’s just rediculous if you ask me.
The thought of changing my name entered my mind. Perhaps to some totally random mess, like maybe Sankunsensei. It turns up zero results on google. The only problem with that, though, is that noboby would spell it right. That’s the only good thing about being a Josh; it’s never spelled wrong. It’s not worth it though…
Imagine my surprise when I logged on deviantART this morning to find loads of comments and favorites clogging my messages page. I was totally perplexed, until I thought to myself, “No way, I didn’t get a daily deviation, did I?” I found that all the favorites were pointing to my picture “The Life of a Leaf” and when I went to take a look, my jaw dropped.
This image was one of about nine total frames. I experimented with different aperture sizes and angles. I chose this one because I liked the short depth of field. Some of the other images with a wider aperture seemed to be almost too busy and didn’t really lead the eye anywhere. With a shorter depth of field, it really helps to isolate the leaf and emphasize the texture and detail.
The leaf was given to me by a friend who had found it some years ago and kept it sealed in a plastic bag. It had a natural curve to it, which I thought was kind of neat, and helped add some interest to the picture. The lighting was all natural. It was kind of a sunny day with the sun off to the side a little. The sunlight was filtered by a small bush, which cast some interesting shadows across the picture.