Sunday, December 30, 2007

What I Do For You

This is on the fence around the location where I spent an hour shooting pictures for my various websites.
The whole area is contaminated with asbestos from a vermiculite packaging company.
I've visited this place a couple dozen times over three years until it was finally fenced-off, which is when I found out I'm killing myself in pursuit of blog material--the definition of crazy/stupid.

Within 100 feet
In the middle of it
Breathing it in for three different visits
See the silhouetted building?
Oh, was I ever deep inside
Guess where?
Yes, this one too

And then there are the times I didn't get anything worth showing, and the band shoot I did here, the times I just went for the art in the silos, several visits looking for trains but not finding them, or when I found some and spent a few hours hanging around...

Sunday, December 23, 2007

The BootChucker: A Christmas Tale

Inside the Mervyn's Of The Damned

We found what we needed to buy, almost.
They just didn't have a complete set.
Drove halfway across town to another Mervyn's and found the complete deal.

So all we have to do is pay and go, right?


Yeah, not so easy.
Seemed like every cashier on both floors went for a smoke (beer?) break at the same time--one register was carrying the load of the whole store as we went around and around and up and down hunting for someone to take our money.

How do you stay in business if every single member of your staff is allowed to vanish for ten minutes simultaneously?
The place could have been robbed silly--screw the cameras, they still have to ID and catch you.

Anyway, the first Merv to appear was in Shoes, so we scooted over and were 2nd in line behind The BootChucker, shown here.
(Click to enlarge)

This lady wasn't happy about all the waiting, and we were her new best friends by virtue of proximity. You know how that goes.

Orders were given, complaints were made, apologies were un-accepted...
And then the young punk behind the register made the mistake of asking her to move over to the next register 3 feet away...

That's when the bootchucker started chuckin' boots.
Ijustwanttobuysomedamnbootsformyniece..." all of this directed towards both the coward behind the register AND us as she throws the boots onto the counter, loses control of the box and pitches it at the cashier "Idon'tneednofuckingbox" and by now she's scuffed the crap out of the boots but wants to save face...

That's when the crazy old bitch turned and winked at me.
Not enough soap in the house to fix that.

Merry Christmas, Y'all!

Friday, December 21, 2007

Eggnog Possum

I see possums all the time but only at night.
This one must be crazy, rabid, or just had some bad eggnog from a trash can.
That shit'll wake you up and send you in search of the bathroom no matter what time it is.

Never touch the stuff myself, but I've heard stories.
Evil and tragic stories.

Don't let nogvomit happen to you.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Damn Dirty Hippies

And their pieceofshit cars.

Or maybe it's an artist's car, or a band's. Or clowns.
Whatever, I don't really care.

I finished updating the site by making the title header up top. But no matter what size photo I upload, the template resizes it and makes it slop outside the frame on the right side. I spent a few hours trying to make it work, then said 'fuck it'.
Follow-up: Changed templates so it's fixed-ish. When I saw that the color scheme of the old template was #666 I decided to switch rather than fight. I'll need to make a banner that's wider is all.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Catfish King

Nothing much to say about this, content-wise.

Technically, it used accidental off-camera flash.
An F717 with a PovertyWizard™ radio trigger and a SunPak 383-Super lit the scene: I just happened to catch the flash during a long exposure with my F717.

Sunday, December 09, 2007


Save the planet--except for the Christmas trees?

Photo ©2007SylCan2

Friday, December 07, 2007

New Photog In The Garage

I now have a partner in the hunt for funny/stupid/ridiculous things for Zzakk's Garage--at least until she decides to start her own photoblog.
This photo shows that the new girl has skills, and she's working hard at learning everything her new camera can do.