My mom is English, so I really think photography is in my genes, as well as
minced pies, royal knights, and love for stinking cats. So for the thirtieth time, I dragged myself and my brother to a photo contest. This time, it's off to Syracuse for us, just to test my hypothesis. But as usual, we failed to snag the grand prize; good thing we managed to bring home some "bacon" like free gift items and corporate giveaways.
Photo contests are the surest way to prove that even nasty little gits like the winners can take pictures and grab an award. But they're actually nice places to exercise one's foolishness because most contests that I've been to were filled with the lousiest organizers, idiotic judges, and photographers with the artistic capability of a rat. Blimey, I wonder how they've got the shitty nerves to call themselves artists! Based on personal experiences, I highly recommend morons to join such contests, if you can still afford to lose the remains of your sanity.
Materials to bring: rusting digital cameras, rotten personality, and moldy brain.
Personal digital assistants and other high-tech gadgets aren't allowed in such contests because such are only for assholes. Oh, and don't forget your family or a flock of flies and dog fleas for moral support.
Is your cell phone a friend or a foe? Now, I don't want to stir any controversy to an already clogged up issue whether technology is evil or not. But when I bought my phone, I had to answer that question in mind. Cell phone manufacturers are too wary o
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