I missed yesterday. I was at the bottom of a pit of depression and self-loathing, so the photography had to wait. A serious pit of depression and self-loathing. I was on the teetering verge of cutting myself out of an effort to feel something. #mang
Okay. Well, welcome to Gratuitous Contrast Week, a week of contrast taken to gratuitous levels! My opener is the underground car park at Galway City’s docks complex, behind the Harbour Hotel.
I apologize if anybody has reached newworldphotos.net in the last 72 hours and instead discovering the expected photo-y goodness were instead greeted by a nefarious 404 error. I was busily engaged in moving the domain and associated content from its old home at 1&1 in the U.S.A. to its new one at Digiweb in the Republic of Ireland. I guess you could say that my site has followed me home. :) During the transition period I took the time to update the back-end file structure of my images and their related posts. While I’ve tried to spot check the results my coverage hasn’t been 100%. If you should happen to spot anything please do not hesitate to email me.
Beyond the quiet implications of the change in legal jurisdiction, I now have a hosting and domain space that is wholly mine to play with. With my spring-cleaning finished I plan to enact some small photo changes to the blog and then launch into several new real-world photo projects.
Day 15: It is now day 16. Taken on January 15, 2010.
It is now 1:04am on day sixteen and I have missed my first day. This is inexcusable – I spent most of today sitting in front of my computer working with photographs.
Day 15: Where all boats come to rest. Taken at Menlo Village on January 10, 2010.
This is my last photo from the snowy weekend, honest. The last few days have been so choc-full of drama that I’ve had to put my 365 days of photos on the back burner; I’ve been grabbing almost any image I’ve had to hand.
GET THE CHILDRE….well hi there!
So I got a netbook, as you may recall. The webcam works. I didn’t have to sacrifice any mammals to the Threefold Lords of the Not-Earth, forever blessed be their names, or pray to a more mundane deity. Maybe Mark Shuttleworth really is the devil? I mean, he’s peddling a Linux distribution, Ubuntu, where all the hardware works without tedious hunting for drivers or obscure hacks.
I’m actually a little pissed off because I had expected to spend several weeks tweaking my machine to get it all working. Now I’m in search of a new project.
Khendros: Your pirate facade presents an eerie resemblence to George Clooney
Mark: Arr, boobies!
Khendros: Ninjas rule, sir
Mark: Do you know why ninja hide in the shadows? They heard there were pirates about.
Khendros: Know why pirates always wear eye patches? Because Ninjas keep stealing their fucking eyes
Mark: You know why ninja wear black? It’s to hide the piss stains.
Khendros: Pirates wear red to hide their periods… little girly men, they are
Mark: You know why ninja wear masks? It’s so you won’t see their green faces when pirates get the booty. Again.
Khendros: They gay booty
Khendros: All them seamen out there on their boats
Mark: Two words: Jack Sparrow.
Khendros: Who never once had sex with anyone the entire movie
Khendros: …or all three, for that matter
Mark: Jack Sparrow already had sex with everyone. True fact.
Khendros: No, you’re thinking of Keith Richards
Khendros: Easy to confuse them
Mark: Well they’re both pirates
Mark: It’s understandable
