Let me set the scene for anyone that actually reads this shit.

Saturday, March 1st 2008.

Temperature: 31 degrees

Location: Beautiful Owings Mills, Maryland (best buy parking lot)

It's another night of nothing to do. Parties typically involve way too many intoxicated douche bags for my taste, and plus, I wasn't really in the mood for natty light. So I decided to charge up the camera, and head out of a little photography expedition. I called up my boy Adam to see if he wants to accompany me. "What’s that? Word. I'll be there in few".

After a half an hour of driving around my town, and I finally found a spot worthy of being the subject of my camera.

The Best Buy we arrived at was constructed rather recently on what is really an odd piece of land. The Best Buy and subsequent Quodoba grill, Noodles and Company, and Chic-Fil-A are erected on an area of land created by building the biggest friggin' retaining wall I've ever seen. The thing is quite literally almost 80 feet tall.

We rolled around back to a point where we're at the edge of said retaining wall; I parked the truck in the "employee parking" lot, held my hands in front of the heater in a lame attempt to make the harsh bite of the frigid weather less intense, and started setting up my tripod.

I'm clicked away at this view for a few minutes before switching to another angle. Just then a car turned the corner and I called out to Adam "This asshole just screwed over that picture". That’s the problem with long ass shutter times, any car or light source that comes near can either fuckover or improve your shot. The car slowed down and when it came near, they license plate did not say fresh, nor were there dice hanging on the mirror. So ace security dude cranked down his window and said "What the hell are you two doing?” To which I reply "Just taking some pictures". I got the same response I usually get whenever someone realizes I'm just taking some pictures. "Of what?" I did a half turn and motioned with my arms to the great view of our beautiful town and said "just the gorgeous Reisterstown and Owings mills area sir".

Oh my! This shocked and appalled our fair security guard. Perhaps he had not considered photography an art form, something that people do for fun. Perhaps he had only imagined cameras as something to be used to record family get togethers and birthday parties. Either way, he quickly informed me that this was "his parking lot" and for "security reasons" we better "move on".

Is this what our country has driven us to? Has 9/11 really made it so I, the humble amateur photographer cannot be in a large electronic superstore's parking lot at 11:30 at night?

Apparently so. But have no fear my fellow photographers, for I was soon to have the most wondrous gift bestowed upon me. The security guard kicked us out, but he left us with these parting words, and I quote: "You can take pictures anywhere you want, just not at Best Buys".

Stay tuned folks, stay tuned. Stay tuned for pictures of Area 51, the vault at Fort Knox, and the inner sanctum of the Knights of Templar. This shit is gonna be fire.

Stolen from KOS:

Liberal Manifesto

"Liberals believe in clean air, diplomacy, stem cells, living wages, body armor for our troops, government accountability, and that exercising the right to dissent is the highest form of patriotism.

Liberals believe in reading actual books, going to war as a last resort, separating church and hate, and doing what Jesus would actually do, instead of lobbying for upper-class tax cuts and fantasizing about the apocalypse.

Liberals believe in civil rights, the right to privacy, and that evolution and global warming aren’t just theories but incontrovertible scientific facts.

Liberals believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment that (1) prohibits another Bush from ever occupying the White House, and (2) prevents George W. Bush from ever becoming baseball commissioner before he does to our national pastime what he did for America.

Liberals believe in rescuing people from flooded streets and rooftops, even if they’re too poor to vote Republican.

Liberals believe that supporting our troops means treating our wounded vets like the heroes they are, and not leaving them to languish in rat-infested military hospitals under the outsourced management of incompetent cronies who think they’re running a Taco Bell franchise.

Liberals believe in pheromones, sex ed, solar panels, voting paper trails, the common good, and that, no matter how fascinating a story it may be, a president should never sit around in a state of total paralysis reading "My Pet Goat" while America is under attack.

And above all, liberals believe that it’s time to come together as a country and put a collective boot in the ass of shameless conservative fearmongers, hate merchants, and scapegoaters who are sucking the freedom out of all our souls."

Word. Fight the power.

Where am I gonna go?

I feel like a total Johnny McTrendytrenderson right now, and I know I shouldn't, but....

I like the band Feist. The chick is mad hot (in that sort of hot older english teacher way), and the music is some good solid indie-pop-stuff.

Now why do I feel like McTrendytrenderson? Because ipod had to use one of her songs for their god forsaken commercials, and I hate ipod.

Thats all

I'll keep it short.

I like deviant art, I really do, but lately the front page has, well, looked like poo.

There's an insane amount of crappy anime/manga/japanimation "art" that is just inundating this website with stuff that all looks the same. Maybe its just me, but at a certain point all pointy haired, goofily dressed, gigantically eyed characters start to look the same.

I mean really, draw from life before you try and draw these things.

I'm not saying all of this stuff is bad, just most of it.


/rant