Science cat tells a(nother) joke


 

Science cat says, “I blew up my chemistry experiment. Oxidants happen.”

Via Tastefully Offensive

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Move over Karaoke, let’s have an Air Sex party


I’m not sure what prompted me to search for “Air Sex” one day. Seems like I heard something on NPR and then later I heard that Rihanna song when she says something about Sex in the Air.

A google search revealed this wiki which says,

Air Sex is a performance activity invented in Japan; clothed men and women simulate sexual activity with an invisible partner, often in an exaggerated manner, set to music, and in a competition before an audience. This is somewhat akin to playing air guitar, explaining the name. The creator, J-Taro Sugisaku, says that it was invented in Tokyo in 2006 by a group of bored men without girlfriends.

Since 55.2356% of Americans think sex is dirrrrty, I’m pretty sure that if I threw an Air Sex party, it woudn’t be received very well.

Or it would be received really well, and an orgy will result.

Hey, mom, I’m having an Air Sex party … wanna go? 

Stick a fork in this shot


I’ve been working this shot off and on for a while. Last night, I wanted to show it so badly, I posted a version of it.

I woke up and started working on it again today. I was frustrated with some aspects of the background and how it was affecting her hair.

I finally ripped out the background and replaced it with an entirely new worked file. Then I did another couple processes with her skin to even it out.

One of the hardest things about working with photography is skin. And while the skin doesn’t look natural, there’s a fine line between natural and plastic-y. I hope I’ve achieved a non-plastic look.

Just like all my work, there’s got to be a point when I say, this shot is good. Let’s move on.

I’ve been doing photography and video for years, but I’ve never worked with Photoshop files larger than two or three hundred megabytes. This one reached well over two gigabytes, and then I was forced to start a new file before moving forward. I guess if you combined the files, it gets closer to three gigabytes.

How crazy is that.

Click to open the image larger.

 

Rick Perry: I’m going to shove my agenda down America’s throat … and they’re going to LIKE IT


I know TONS of kids who are suffering today, because Obama is oppressing them from celebrating Christmas. There are no Christmas trees or Christmas lights. There are none of those homes decked out in lights that flicker with a local radio station.

None of it. Because Obama — and all liberals — HATE Christmas.

Text from video above:

I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m a Christian, but you don’t need to be in the pew every Sunday to know there’s something wrong in this country when gays can serve openly in the military but our kids can’t openly celebrate Christmas or pray in school.
As President, I’ll end Obama’s war on religion. And I’ll fight against liberal attacks on our religious heritage.
Faith made America strong. It can make her strong again.
I’m Rick Perry and I approve this message.

It’s Wednesdog!


Unfortunately, the facts of life are “facts.”

And the fact is that this beautiful girl named Lulu died two days ago.

I met Lulu’s mom Gretchen in our backyard with Talulah just days after she got Lulu. At the time, Lulu’s coloring and size led me to believe Lulu was a Weimaraner. Other people made the same mistake.

Lulu was a puppy Great Dane. Around the same time I met Lulu, I bought some new photography equipment. One day — making every effort not to sound creepy — I asked Gretchen if I could shoot Lulu. Which is where these shots came from.

Lulu was a gentle giant, playful and reserved. When she walked, I remember admiring her gait. She had such a beautiful way of moving her legs. I think smaller dogs have it, but when large dogs walk it’s like they are in slow motion.

We’ll miss Lulu, but not nearly as much as Lulu’s mom.

What it was she died of, I’m not sure. She was in the hospital over the weekend from complications with her blood platelets. I think the complications were many and the outlook bad.

There’s been an outpouring of support on Gretchen’s Facebook wall, which has been touching. One of Gretchen’s last updates was, “It hurts all over.”

Our latest memories of Lulu have been that when we walk by her house, she looks at us through this large picture window. Sometimes I saw her clearly, other times it took a second.

The very last time I saw her, she was standing on a couch and looking over a curtain that only covers half of Gretchen’s front window. Her height towered above, and Tina and I stopped and laughed.

Poor little Lulu.