Photo 19 Aug I think it’s best to use the Love Nails color for tips or patterns or accents. Anymore than one layer or an area larger than my little fingernail, and that’s when its flaws show up.

I think it’s best to use the Love Nails color for tips or patterns or accents. Anymore than one layer or an area larger than my little fingernail, and that’s when its flaws show up.

Photo 19 Aug I think it’s best to use the Love Nails color for tips or patterns or accents. Anymore than one layer or an area larger than my little fingernail, and that’s when its flaws show up.

I think it’s best to use the Love Nails color for tips or patterns or accents. Anymore than one layer or an area larger than my little fingernail, and that’s when its flaws show up.

Photo 19 Aug I get asked sometimes if my nails are really that long or if they’re press-ons. It’s partly why I let my middle and ring finger on my other hand grow out, as proof (repeatable results). Anyway, I had to redo my ring finger because I guess “Love Nails” separates or breaks down or something and it doesn’t go on very easily, lots of lumps and air bubbles. So, I decided to show off my length. This is actually a little longer than I’d rather have it at as it’s starting to interfere with typing. May trim it a little or at least file it down.

I get asked sometimes if my nails are really that long or if they’re press-ons. It’s partly why I let my middle and ring finger on my other hand grow out, as proof (repeatable results). Anyway, I had to redo my ring finger because I guess “Love Nails” separates or breaks down or something and it doesn’t go on very easily, lots of lumps and air bubbles. So, I decided to show off my length. This is actually a little longer than I’d rather have it at as it’s starting to interfere with typing. May trim it a little or at least file it down.

Photo 17 Aug 1 note As a rule, I don’t like to get coffee from this place, because I’m a bit of a snob. But, I really wanted a bagel, and I was quietly relieved that this place didn’t just offer bullshit paper cups with cardboard sleeves and sippy-cup lids, but an actual, bloody ceramic. Normally, I like to make a fuss about going out for coffee. 

I want to sit down and give my order to a server. 
I want my coffee brought to me in a mug. 
I want them to check on me periodically to see if I want more or ask how what I’ve got is. 
I want to leave a tip for more than what the coffee cost because THAT’S HOW I FUCKING ROLL!

As a rule, I don’t like to get coffee from this place, because I’m a bit of a snob. But, I really wanted a bagel, and I was quietly relieved that this place didn’t just offer bullshit paper cups with cardboard sleeves and sippy-cup lids, but an actual, bloody ceramic. Normally, I like to make a fuss about going out for coffee.

I want to sit down and give my order to a server.
I want my coffee brought to me in a mug.
I want them to check on me periodically to see if I want more or ask how what I’ve got is.
I want to leave a tip for more than what the coffee cost because THAT’S HOW I FUCKING ROLL!

Text 17 Aug Dammit, Tumblr

And that last post would have the video embedded if Tumblr wasn’t such a pile of crap when it comes to posting anything beyond text, photos, or links. Seriously, if not for all my friends here, I wouldn’t ever bother with this place. I’d double-down on Google+.

Video 17 Aug

So, I was going to shoot this quick video about the pen I bought today and launch into a detailed request for info about anyone who would be willing to make me a custom messenger bag for my abnormally large phone as well as a few other items (for a fee, of course). When I saw little Holst at the foot of the bed, I thought it would be cute to have him in the background while I talked about the size requirements and other odds and ends. However, he was not especially cooperative, albeit in the most adorable way possible.

Text 14 Aug Monkey Selfie

Over on my reblog page, I posted a link to an NPR story about a nature photographer’s claim against the Wikimedia Commons listing of one of his photos as public domain on the grounds that a monkey took the photo after swiping the camera. The Commons’ claim that the absence of a human author makes copyright null and void (almost a kind of loophole, like that dog riding solo—and free—on a train being permitted because there was no owner present).

I feel safe predicting there being a lot of people wagging their fingers at the photographer for, well… ruining everyone else’s fun by taking something away. Look, part of conflict resolution is trying to see things from the other side’s point of view, giving them the benefit of the doubt. However, this time, I can’t see anything on that other side but whiny little brats, and I hope at least one of them can prove me wrong.

In matters of copyright, I am on the side of the artist every single time. I consider it an absolute. I’ve said as much before, but now I feel it needs a small qualifier: I’m on the artist’s side… for better or for worse.

You are more than welcome to disagree on that point and cite exceptions. You are more than welcome to discuss the social aspect of art, its potential for cultural enrichment, and the role it plays in ultimately surviving and representing the civilization that nurtured it. I do, however, have a question.

What exactly is lost by this photograph being copyrighted? What harm does it do for a monkey’s self-portrait to not be in the public domain? I’m not talking about artistic merit of a monkey with a big smile or anything like that. I simply want to know what the downside to this artist claiming his right to a photo that he processed and published as part of his own larger project? If you’re asking why it should matter to him so much to own it, tell me why he shouldn’t. Tell me why society (and, by extension, you) deserves that image more than him.

When you make generosity compulsory, or even show it favor or insist its example be followed, you cheapen it, turn it into something onerous, and even evil. Whatever happened to kindness being its own reward?

Goodnight, and good luck.

Photo 12 Aug "Overseer"
Zenbrush with Pixlr Express

"Overseer"
Zenbrush with Pixlr Express

Video 9 Aug 4 notes

Saw my Aunt Ruby today. She was so excited to see me, she almost never let go of my hand, even while we took her in her wheelchair for a stroll around the neighborhood surrounding the care center. Of course, I didn’t mind one bit.
After we left, my cousins took me and my dad out to this little pizzeria. I ordered a glass of Ruby Apple wine. Saw it on the menu, thought of her, and took that as a sign. It was a good wine, and a good day.

Photo 8 Aug Zenbrush with Pixlr Express… Think I may be on to something with this one.

Zenbrush with Pixlr Express… Think I may be on to something with this one.

Photo 8 Aug Zenbrush with Pixlr Express… It feels a bit tacky to use a “sticker” in a piece; kinda feels like using clip art, but there’s a few that have some potential.

Zenbrush with Pixlr Express… It feels a bit tacky to use a “sticker” in a piece; kinda feels like using clip art, but there’s a few that have some potential.

Text 8 Aug Rrgh

It turns out posting stuff to Tumblr through my phone is basically impossible because it wants to post everything as a link. I find this absolutely, tear-inducingly gorgeous 8mm film camera, a Bell+Howell from 1928, and nothing I tried would show up as anything but a link. Sharing through the options in Pinterest, no go. Going straight to the Flickr page and sharing from there, posts only as a link.
Today, I try to post this harassment story from Pinterest to the Reverb Room and it posts as a damn link. Moreover, it did that stupidly annoying thing of erasing what I’d written after adding tags.

Tumblr, you fail.

Photo 5 Aug 2 notes Man, Luna Moths must love my place. If this little guy is still there when I come home, I’ll get more shots.

Man, Luna Moths must love my place. If this little guy is still there when I come home, I’ll get more shots.

Photo 4 Aug 1 note Zenbrush with Pixlr Express

Zenbrush with Pixlr Express

Link 28 Jul decay-proof record scroll: Why Obsolete Technology Can Save Your Life»

Would you rather the launch codes to our nuclear missiles be etched onto stainless steel plates the size of pizza boxes? Would you rather trust your smartphone to receive a text message with an order to launch the missiles? No? Then shut the Hell up.


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