Freakin’ Biters
I won’t claim to do very many thing’s very well. There are things that I do, because I enjoy doing them and not because I have this belief that I’m awesome. I won’t claim to be this incredible writer, in fact I think that writing is one of the things I am most bad at. Which was one of the reasons I was considering letting this site die. Side note, you’re stuck with me for at least four more years… Sorry.
Anyway, I think that I’m a lucky person. I think that I have written things well, but that it was likely the result of no sleep and a potentially dangerous cocktail of various cold medicines and a case of Dr. Pepper. While I am capable of getting balls deep in some HTML, or even PHP if the occasion calls for it. I honestly believe that it all comes down to days of trail and error and browser noncompliance. In fact most of the things that people say I good at, really just comes down to trial and error. Recently I’ve had people giving me money to unlock and jailbreak their iPhones, something I can do fairly well… But only because I brick mine atleast once a week, luckily never permanently… Knocking on my head…
Which brings me to these freaking biters. Or should I say this freaking biters… No, this fucking biter. I take pictures, some of which I actually like. And before anyone says I’m good at it, think of it this way. When you’ve taken 20,000 pictures, and yes that was four zeros, you’re bound to get a couple of good ones. Having said that, I firmly believe that most of taking good pictures is luck. You’re taking pictures where outside factors play a huge roll in how a shot turns out. Factors that, try as you may, you’ll never be able to control. The sun isn’t gonna stop setting just because you want it to. I think that good photographers are able to compensate for these factors, by changes shutter speeds, adjusting aperture, using flashes or reflectors. And while I’ve learned to compensate, through lots and lots of trail and error, I still won’t ever claim to be a great or even good photographer.
But I have taken some shots, that I even couldn’t believe I had taken. Where in the instant I clicked the shutter, it was perfect. Lots of luck…
A friend recently came over to my apartment and asked me if anything had pissed me off recently. I thought to myself for a minute. I was actually surprised that I didn’t really have anything worth mentioning. She asked me if I was MySpace friends with James. Naturally I said, “who the fuck is James?” “Your biggest and only regret in your life’s brother,” she replied. I wasn’t sure, so I did a quick search of my friends. The search provided two results, Coop and the James in question. His profile picture looked relatively familiar. I clicked through to his profile, he had two photo albums. One that I didn’t care to look at and one called home. Home contained 22 pictures, 21 of which were taken by me. None of which contained any indication that I had taken them. I was pissed but quickly distracted by a phone call.
Seems like two days later I get a MySpace friend request from James. Apparently he had deleted his account and for some reason thought we needed to be friends. I clicked through and was delighted to find not a single one of my pictures. Until a day later, when all twenty-two of the previous shots had found forty more of my pictures on his profile. Still no hinting at the fact that he had taken a single one for the shots.
And seriously, I’m the kind of guy that would gladly let someone post a picture or two that I’d taken so long as I was given credit for them. He didn’t even fucking ask me if he could. And while he isn’t flat out taking credit for them, I imagine most of the people that see them assume that he did take them.
So I decided to be an asshole, and make corrections to some of the descriptions he provided for each shot. For example, he said of this picture:
You’ve never seen a sunrise until you’ve been to the South Pacific.
A statement that might be true, except it’s said in connection to a picture of a sunset. It was taken at about 7pm. In fact it’s amazing that it even turned out, because it was taken at a slow shutter speed. I don’t have the steadiest of hands, it was taken handheld… No tripod.
Unfortunately he requires moderation on all comments. And he never did approve any of the comments. Oh, but he did make the necessary corrections to the descriptions.
That guy is a fucking piece of shit.
