Hey, who says I can’t have blue eyes? Went a little retro over the holiday weekend. ♦
Lobsters pee out of their faces. WHAT? A fact that’s escaped my ears all these years. Common knowledge? It’s how they communicate, whether fighting or looking for a lobster mate. Imagine humans doing so! Unless there were a supply-on-demand ability which we lack currently, maybe we’d end up fighting less and not straying from our mates as much. That, or take up drinking A LOT more fluids. ♦
Three different cameras and ten minutes on my hands the other night. Time to capture the mug, as I forget to do this, averaging a few to a handful of shots of self a year, if that. Alas, holding the camera at arm’s length rather than securing it properly, renders my nose fisheyed.
I like comparing what each camera captures in way of clarity- some shots were gloriously softened, others captured every pore and its little sister’s toy tea set.
So many I know post low-apertured blurred and grained images in lieu of reality. I prefer a little of both. ♦
So there’s this part at the beginning of the movie Tammy. Tammy, played by Melissa McCarthy, accidentally hits a deer with her car. She immediately gets out to tend to the creature, getting down on the ground face to face with it even, armed with a pep talk and a readiness to go the extra mile. “That’s you, that’s so you,” my sister whispers at me. I smile and nod sheepishly, knowing it’s true. ♦