i got a ass pocket a whiskey
Jul. 30th, 2005 09:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7an' a front pocket a gin. if you don't open the door i kick the mo'fucker in.
Sorry, was listening to R. L. Burnside in the car last night.
Dave and I actually went out, which is I know a rather ridiculous and unexpected thing for two people in their mid-twenties to do on a Friday night. Nevermind that in my case it's more like a Tuesday night...
We went down to Merlin's on Elmwood to see Corey's band (one of them) play. I took probably 100 pictures, and have yet to see how they came out because CURSES MY USB CABLE IS AT THE OTHER HOUSE. This is what comes of dog-sitting by moving in. I may zip home today to get the USB cable for the camera. (A short rant: If USB is supposed to be so damn universal, why does every appliance I own have a different-shaped USB port? Huh? Fuckazz.)
I think I got some good shots, though. Halfway through i remembered that my camera HAS SETTINGS OMG, so I tried using different settings and was bowled over. Sorry, it's just that I've never had an expensive camera before and it's taking a lot of getting used to.
I shoot using a technique developed whilst a broke student with a cheap camera: I shoot without a flash, using slow shutter speeds, and rather than lugging a tripod around (I didn't have one for a while. now I have one, but the thing's massive), I use lessons learned from target shooting with my dad, and use body parts and available surfaces as a tripod. (Yes, I wind the camera neck strap around my arm like a rifle strap sometimes. It makes me feel badass.)
A lesson I learned last night: Using the speaker stack as your tripod by leaning your face against the front side of it kind of hurts. But until I see the shots, i won't know if the sound vibrations made the camera shake. I'm sorry! It was by far the best angle for viewing the band. My ears aren't ringing much today.
Much.
Work yesterday started off retarded (my first table sat down, ordered four waters, obstreporously demanded lemon for them, asked rather stupid questions about the menu ["that hamburger. Does it come with a salad?" "Huh? Um, no. The menu is a la carte." How many fast-food restaurants have you visited that included a chicken salad with their hamburgers? "A la carte? Well, do the chicken fingers come with fries?" "Um, no. A la carte means it's all individual bits. Nothing comes with anything. That's what a la carte means."] and then decided they liked nothing on the menu and they were leaving. Having drunk their waters and delayed me for four trips back across the dining room). It continued retarded for a while (Took the order for a table. One member was on his cellphone. Rather than saying "excuse me" to either me or the person on the other end, he simply held out his hand at me, one finger up. I walked away before telling him how fucking rude he was. He had to wait for his order.) but, in the end, I was busy enough and made enough money that I don't think I'll have to gut anyone with my teeth. And towards the end most of my customers were reasonable. That's really all I ask for.
Sorry, was listening to R. L. Burnside in the car last night.
Dave and I actually went out, which is I know a rather ridiculous and unexpected thing for two people in their mid-twenties to do on a Friday night. Nevermind that in my case it's more like a Tuesday night...
We went down to Merlin's on Elmwood to see Corey's band (one of them) play. I took probably 100 pictures, and have yet to see how they came out because CURSES MY USB CABLE IS AT THE OTHER HOUSE. This is what comes of dog-sitting by moving in. I may zip home today to get the USB cable for the camera. (A short rant: If USB is supposed to be so damn universal, why does every appliance I own have a different-shaped USB port? Huh? Fuckazz.)
I think I got some good shots, though. Halfway through i remembered that my camera HAS SETTINGS OMG, so I tried using different settings and was bowled over. Sorry, it's just that I've never had an expensive camera before and it's taking a lot of getting used to.
I shoot using a technique developed whilst a broke student with a cheap camera: I shoot without a flash, using slow shutter speeds, and rather than lugging a tripod around (I didn't have one for a while. now I have one, but the thing's massive), I use lessons learned from target shooting with my dad, and use body parts and available surfaces as a tripod. (Yes, I wind the camera neck strap around my arm like a rifle strap sometimes. It makes me feel badass.)
A lesson I learned last night: Using the speaker stack as your tripod by leaning your face against the front side of it kind of hurts. But until I see the shots, i won't know if the sound vibrations made the camera shake. I'm sorry! It was by far the best angle for viewing the band. My ears aren't ringing much today.
Much.
Work yesterday started off retarded (my first table sat down, ordered four waters, obstreporously demanded lemon for them, asked rather stupid questions about the menu ["that hamburger. Does it come with a salad?" "Huh? Um, no. The menu is a la carte." How many fast-food restaurants have you visited that included a chicken salad with their hamburgers? "A la carte? Well, do the chicken fingers come with fries?" "Um, no. A la carte means it's all individual bits. Nothing comes with anything. That's what a la carte means."] and then decided they liked nothing on the menu and they were leaving. Having drunk their waters and delayed me for four trips back across the dining room). It continued retarded for a while (Took the order for a table. One member was on his cellphone. Rather than saying "excuse me" to either me or the person on the other end, he simply held out his hand at me, one finger up. I walked away before telling him how fucking rude he was. He had to wait for his order.) but, in the end, I was busy enough and made enough money that I don't think I'll have to gut anyone with my teeth. And towards the end most of my customers were reasonable. That's really all I ask for.
