Things of a Lascivious Nature

This may be the last time that I mention the new server and the worlds it has opened up for me.

Since the new server has tons of storage space, I now can unshackle myself from Photobucket. I used to store my blog pictures on Photobucket. There were three major problems with doing this.

1. Lots of employers block their employees from seeing Photobucket content. That means that if you looked at this Journal with Photobucket blocked, you would never see any of the pictures. That problem has been solved.
2. I was storing my pictures some place that wasn't 100% under my control.
3. You may remember that last may Photobucket removed a few of my pictures of the Cardiff Giant because his manhood was visible in the pictures. I no longer have to worry about Photobucket censoring my images.

The main thing about number 3 is now I can proudly display my series of pictures that I am going to entitle Statues Gone Wild!





The statue going wild above can be found at the State Capitol down in Des Moines. Maybe I should take it up a notch and put beads around the statue's neck.

Test Post

I moved my website to a different server so that I could get my galleries up and going again. This is a test post to see if An Artist's Notebook is in the ballpark of being functional again.

Here is a test picture.





Hopefully this works out.

Worst in Ames

My website has moved servers yet again. I know anything related to PHP doesn't work at all and I'm not really sure when it will work again, but I'm told FTP works again, so I'm testing that theory with this entry.

Jay is rather uneducated in the nuances of the Cy-Hawk rivalry. Last week he did some research and he sent me a blog that an Iowa fan wrote about doing things to a Cyclone fan's mother. It was the type of unintelligent drivel you would expect to come from an Iowa fan, but I don't wish to dwell on it. I just want to show a screen capture of part of the blog.





I take umbrage with one part of this blog. At least I was going to take umbrage with one part of this blog. I was going to say that Whiskey River is not the worst bar in Ames. I was going to argue in favor of Deano's or The Fox.

Then last night I found out that Whiskey River has been condemned. I guess it is the worst bar in Ames, until the end of the month.

The Social Commentary Page

There are companies out there that archive the internet. I came across a website that has been attempting to archive the internet since 1996. Strangely enough, it had archived some of my old college website.

I present to you parts of my old college website to give hope to other people out there. I apparently was quite a douchebag back then, but I'm much better now.

Let's start with the timeline I posted of the history of the "film company" my friends and I had when we were in college. To this date, we have really only ever finished 1 movie. I see no reason why that will change in the future.

The Cheesedick Films Timeline (I wish that I was making up that name.)

· 1991

• Stayin' Alive: The Spurting script is written by Chris Bennett.
• Acting greats Eric Hiatt, Jesse Howard, Anders Runestad, Andrea Bargabos and dance sensation Bill Wentworth sign on to the project. Cheesedick Films is born.
• Town class cinematographer Andy Jacobson agrees to do the project. The Jacobson farm is picked as the set for film making history.
• Filming starts on movie about the classic battle between good and evil, starring Eric Hiatt as a baster wielding psychopath. Pitchfork fight and shower scenes are shot.
• Filming stops.

· 1992

• The leaders of the Cheesdick movement take the year off to explore their feelings.

· 1993

• Cheesedick founding members Chris Bennett, Eric Hiatt, and Jesse Howard are forced to go back to the movie making business by Charles Frederick Joseph Behm. They are joined by Kelly Wilson, Sean Clubine, and Chad Palmer in the making of a Robot documentary.
• Script is written and shooting begins.
• Laws are broken, people are offended, and shooting ends.
• Editing is completed and it plays to rave reviews.
• Idea for a relevant roundtable discussion show is hatched during a rousing round of Big Red Bat Homerun Derby. Nobody is positive if this surefire idea was hatched because of the camaraderie they felt while engaging in athletic competition, or if that was just the Casey's Taco Pizza talking.
• Jay Janson makes an attempt to revive Stayin' Alive: The Spurting but his attempts fail thanks to the treachery of Jesse Howard.
• Later that year, William MacAlpine and Corey Faust come into the Cheesedick Films family.
• In Your Face host Corey Faust leads a crack team on a mission of corporate sabotage. Corey attacks the world famous bear from WHO's Beat the Bear in front of a group of helpless fans.
• Production starts on the first Cheesedick television show: In Your Face, with William MacAlpine as the Executive Producer, Corey Faust as the controversial show host, and Chris Bennett and Anders Runestad as the original guests. Alleged drug bust after shows first taping is diffused.

· 1994

• Jay Janson becomes a full time member of the Cheesedick family.
• Two short subjects are shot in one day. The first, The Death of Barney is the only creation of the Cheesedick library where a human character did not fall victim to man's inhumanity to man. The second short, which remains untitled to this day, was a gripping morality play about what happens when you join a gang. This short contains the only scene where William McAlpine's character dies.
• An action movie entitled Sworn to Vengeance is scripted and shooting begins but is halted after it is revealed that William McAlpine can't roll a log down a hill.
• Early in the year In Your Face is taken off the air for creative retooling after the Peter Dragon Incident.
• An idea for a picture about the games people play with each other in every day life is hatched during a rousing game of Risk among Paul B. Golden, William McAlpine, and Chris Bennett.
• A documentary about three American men (Tim "the Dawg" Thornton, Corey Faust, and Chris Bennett) making a roadtrip to Hooters entitled Pilgrimage is shot in 2 days on a shoe string budget. Pilgrimage was praised for its used of eclectic camera angles that would later be copied by ESPN2 and various dance shoes.
• Plans for a giant rabbit movie are scrapped due to soaring budget costs. Financial backers pull out when Executive Producer Anders Runestad can't keep the budget under the proposed $12.15.
• In Your Face triumphantly returned to the airwaves with the new set design by Executive Producer Jay Janson. Bill Wentworth joins the In Your Face team as the Associate Producer. Corey Faust returned as the controversial host and he brought Chris Bennett, Sir William MacAlpine (recently Knighted), and Jesse Howard with him as guests. The show once again ended in a firestorm after Chris Bennett and Jesse Howard walked off the show after a peanut butter---cream cheese blowup. Then Bill Wentworth walked off the show refusing to work with Scott Kendall. Corey Faust vowed to continue the show without them. The show has yet to return.

· 1995

• The script for Games is completed in three weeks, starring William MacAlpine, Anders Runestad, Chris Bennett, and Jay Janson as a last minute fill in for Paul Golden.
• Games is finished as a gripping suspense thriller that continues Cheesedick's real to life filmmaking legacy. People start to wonder about the games that people play.

· 1996

• Jay Janson, William McAlpine, and Chris Bennett complete Gratuitous Violence which is a short about a group of people that value money over human dignity and human life.

· Coming Soon from Cheesedick Films

• The Best of Cheesedick: Real to Life Filmmaking.
• A Recap of Man's Inhumanity to Man
• Stayin' Alive: The Remake

Then I had a page where I wrote short snippets about my friends. Here is a sampling:

My "So-called" Friends

Remember George, no man is a failure who has friends.

----Clarence the Angel

Lowell Davis

I believe that I met Lowell when we played for the Major Mets in the Boone Little League system. I used to bum rides from his parents to and from practice, and I guess Lowell was the first person I met that reminded me of myself. Or at least, how I was. We both had very conservative views, and both had very similar sense of humors where we took great pleasure in other people's pain. We became friends fairly quick and we became locker partners throughout high school. However, around his junior year, Lowell started working at fast food restaurant that is sponsored by an evil clown. He graduated. He recently married Jamie Kay Pratt Williams and they are living happily ever after.

Dan Dill

Dan Dill is a story teller, the problem is that he is not a teller of STORIES.Our paths first crossed during Saturday morning basketball. We would play at 8 and he would be there at 7. He and Willy were the Saturday morning stars until I stepped onto the court. He looked at me and said, "What is this, some kind of joke?" However, I quickly showed him "what was up". Dan is that guy that everybody knows: when he is single he tells everybody "How to handle a Woman", but was domesticated rather quickly by his wife JoAnn. Dan was the last guy I ever thought would get married, but I think that he will make a great father to his son DJ.

Eric Hiatt

I believe I met Eric when I was in the ninth grade. The first thing I should point out is that Eric is the most talented musician I've ever met. Eric also has a very creative mind, but he also isn't remotely normal. Eric probably could be a great sculptor or painter if he chose to be, but he has chosen to be a great percussionist. However, Eric has been misunderstood by most of his peers, thus he has had the rockiest road of us all. Eric chief interests are music, math, not holding a job, and education. Eric married Jennifer Waterbury. He joined the army, but now he is back and he is in the Christian speed metal band Shining Armor. Eric would like for it to be pointed out that he is an atheist and that he thinks the band name is less than stellar.

Paul Benjamin Golden

I met Paul about the same time I met Andy. Paul was the Baritone player in our local high school band. There's not much to tell about Paul except that he and the truth have never been on very friendly terms and he likes to milk a joke for every last drop of humor it can get. Paul drives a Pontiac Sunbird and has a very good tenor voice. These two items must be related somehow. Paul's hobbies include golf and bowling and he likes the musical Les Miserables. He was in the Des Moines Playhouse production of Guys and Dolls.

Corey Faust

So you're curious about Corey Faust. Well, to look at Corey is to at first wonder why he isn't down at the Greek House tapping the keg. However, once you get to know Corey you can only wonder, Why? I wouldn't describe Corey as opinionated, but he does have opinions on subjects that people just don't have a right to have an opinion on, such as citronella. This man just loves citronella!! I bet the man who invented citronella doesn't have as much passion for citronella as Corey does. It's a frigging bug repellent. What's to care about? He also enjoys two games that I just can't stand: golf and bowling. Yet, Corey is very easy to get along with and is very understanding and nonjudgmental person.

Monica Henning

Woodchuck, Monica, Monica, Woodchuck. Monica is one of the few people I know that hasn't embraced the incredible medicinal powers of Woodchuck. She has gone so far as to write blasphemous messages in the dirt on my car about her hatred of Woodchuck. That's alright, some of us fear Jagermeister as well. Other than that, Monica is just about the nicest person I know. She doesn't get into your face about much except for her Astrology which she says is "so real its scary." Sorry, Monica, but perception is in the eye of the beholder. If she's not checking her horoscope, you can find her writing to the Bookmobile Man. Don't ask, it's a touchy subject.

Jesse Howard

In the Second Grade I moved from the Boonies to Urban Boone, which meant that I had to switch to the Page/Bryant school district. This is where I began my longest friendship with Jesse Howard. It all started in Mrs. Ford's second grade classroom where we both got sick of hearing Paul Carstenson ramble on about how his dad takes him to their house on top of the clouds or hearing Terry Anderson tell stories about how his dad beats up ninjas. I'm not sure why we started hanging out with each other outside of school, unless it was mutually shared boredom. I really used to enjoy going over to Jesse's because he had HBO and we could watch The Swamp Thing and he had an Atari 2600, WooHoo!!!. Then his dad (the greatest umpire to ever step onto a little league field) wouldn't let me leave the breakfast table until I finished all of my milk, and it wasn't so cool. Years later his dad came home drunk when we were there and told us that we were all "good guys" about a million times before passing out. Jesse recently was bound by the laws of marriage to Kelly Accuff. I had one of the greatest honors of my life bestowed upon me, when I was allowed to function in the capacity of Best Man in the ceremony. I'd always been the best man at every wedding I had attended, but somebody finally had the good sense to acknowledge it. I figured Jesse would get married though, he always listened to chick music.

Jay Janson

Jay Janson comes from Eastern Iowa, so he possesses one of those snotty Eastern attitudes where he thinks he better than us Central Iowa salt-of-the-earth-tyes. What he doesn't realize is that his hometown of Cedar Rapids is a rotting cesspool and he was lucky to have gotten out of it when he did. For some apparent reason, he fancies himself to be quite a fighter, but only his pony tail and lack of acting talent resembles Steven Seagal. However, Jay is one sick, sadistic, brilliant artist. I met Jay in the 8th Grade, and my mom wanted to know why I was hanging out with this little kid. She couldn't believe that he was a mere two months younger than me. A couple years later he moved back to Cedar Rapids and we kept up a correspondence that will one day be published in books of great literature. His chief interests are mixing drinks and finding things for a computer to do that other inventions have done since the turn of the century. P.S. He hates David Hume.

Scott Kendall

Well, what can I say about Scott "Buck" Kendall. Buck has never suffered from an excess of personality. During our high school days we had to constantly invent nicknames for him to give him some form of character. Buck was one of the first ones, but he was also known as the rabbit Slayer for the machete job he did on a couple of the cute little innocent fuzzy bunnies with his big powerful lawn mower. We also briefly recognized him as a minor (very minor) deity. He spent a summer as the God of Thirst. No man ever thirsted as much as he did, yet he constantly quenched it with the sugared mule urine known as Mountain Dew. Then he became the Wind Warrior for the surfing shirt he invariably wore, even though the closest ocean is about one thousand miles away. However, the surfing shirts were the crowning achievement of Scott's fashion history. Before them was Rude Dog. Currently he owns 3 shirts: the Iowa Games shirt, his black and blue shirt, and that shirt that doesn't suck too bad that Lynn picked out for him. Then Scott became the Toolbelt Man. Scott adopted this personality because his dad is the greatest carpenter since the one from Nazareth. Okay, maybe he is better. The man can build a sidewalk out of a 2 x 4 and some patience. Scott always claimed to be equal in the acts of woodworking with Papa, but we all knew better, mostly because Scott has managed to nail a board to his knee on a few occasions.

Anders Runestad

I met Andy Runestad probably when I was in the ninth grade. It was mostly over a dispute about whether or not Led Zeppelin was satanic or not. I don't recall exactly what positions were held, but I'm sure that I was probably right. Our friendship blossomed when I began playing basketball every Saturday morning at 8. Andy was my ride there and we had plenty of time to get to know each other because after he picked me up, we had to wait 45 minutes for Lowell Davis to get ready. The thing we have most in common is our love for old movies and the Butthole Surfers. Andy is an English Graduate of Iowa State University and is currently employed by Computer Animation. He has yet to tie the knot, but he is one of the walking wounded and its only a matter of time before he and his girlfriend Carrie are bound by the laws of the State of Iowa.

William Wentworth

Bill is a man, I guess. I mean what do you call an individual with male reproductive organs, but won't play tackle football. I met Bill when I was finally invited to play Saturday morning basketball. I would be walking through the hallways with my locker partner Lowell Davis when Bill would stop Lowell and inquire if they were still on for b-ball on Saturday. I was under the impression that Bill was some kind of great player considering how enthusiastic he was about it. Well, when I finally did play, let's just say I wasn't very impressed with what I saw. That doesn't mean just Bill. They told me that we were just to pass the ball to William MacAlpine and Dan Dill and let them do the scoring. I told them that I didn't come here to watch a game of basketball. Our contingent used to go over to Bill's alot to watch movies or just to watch him hide his Guns'n'Roses albums from his parents. He used to drive a Ford Fairmont stationwagon, and we just beat that car into the grave. Bill attends Iowa State and majors in Journalism. His life pretty much revolves around comic books and the Chicago Bulls. His roommate is Scott Kendall.

Jeff Vickers

Jeff makes up exactly one half of the greatest paper towel football team to ever step on the field. I am that other half. What is paper towel football you may ask? Well it involves taking a roll of paper towels and covering it with tape. Then what you need is to get yourself a quarterback with a cannon for an arm and a receiver with hand like feathers but with a grip like a bear trap. If you put this together, call us. We'll be ready to rumble. We still haven't met the two person team that can play us to within 28. Jeff isn't as popular as he could be: Why? He just doesn't shut his mouth. He thinks he tells it like it is, and to some extent he does, but the truth will make you many enemies and very few friends. However, if you can stick it out, there is nothing better than a friend who thinks they tell the truth. When he doesn't, I just take 3.8 seconds out of my busy schedule and beat him down marine style.

Sir William MacAlpine

If I have any friends that aren't playing with a full "Go Fish" Deck, it's Sir William MacAlpine of Leaf Road Manor. Willy, for one reason or another is obsessed with England and Scotland at the same time. I've tried to make him understand that the Scotch pretty much hate the English, but this seems to make no difference to Sir William. When he was in high school he looked like an army recruiting poster. His hair was invariably buzzed. Then when he made it into college, he just stopped shaving and getting haircuts. Now he looks like what Jesus would have looked like if Jesus would have been European. His chief interests are watching British comedies on Iowa Public Television, putting pennies on rolls of tape, and not going to class.

The moral of the story is that if you are heavily screwed up right now, there is still hope for you too.

Cheese Subscription

Subscriptions

It has come to my attention that some people would like to get e-mail notifications when this blog has been updated. I thought a rudimentary lesson in RSS Feeds a few months back would have quieted the clamor for e-mail subscriptions. It has not, so I am now offering an e-mail subscription service to this blog.

If you would like an e-mail notification whenever I update this blog delivered to your e-mail box every time that I add new info to this blog, then all you have to do is drop me a line and I will add you to the list. I'm pretty sure all of you know my e-mail address or can find it on this website, so I'm not dropping a super convenient link below this paragraph.


Cheese

Many of you know that my favorite place that isn't in Boone County or affiliated with Iowa State University is Kalona. I like to make a visit to Kalona at least two times a year. As many of you know, I have not made it farther from my door than Des Moines this year. While that situation will be rectified with The Big Jesus Roadtrip next Friday and then the Cardiff Giant Roadtrip the following day, my mom did make the pilgrimage to Kalona with a couple sisters and her mom last Saturday.

I was unable to make the trip because I busy busting my back watching other people dump and rake sand on that day. However, my mom was good enough to bring me back the number one thing I covet from Kalona: cheese curds.



Cheese Curds Make Me Happy


I don't care what people say about Wisconsin. I don't care what people say about the Amana Colonies. For me, the best cheese curds in the world come from Kalona. There are many other great things about Kalona, but I covet the cheese curds.

Coppermine

I've started the process of creating new photo galleries. I've decided to finally update my photo galleries and have stumbled across a new way of doing the galleries. I just need to get Frank to install MySQL and PHP on his server. He doesn't like installing new things, so between that and tinkering and get it working, it might be a few weeks.

When it gets installed and is rolling, it will be a million times easier to update my galleries, plus people will be able to leave comments. So keep tuned for developments and perhaps an invitation in your inbox to be a beta tester for the new galleries.

Subscribing to this Blog

Yes, it is possible to subscribe to this blog. Now I will never know that you did, but the purpose of subscriptions isn't to massage my ego, but to allow you to stay current with the goings on in my world.

If you look at the address bar on your web browser, at the far right side is a little orange icon. If you click on that little guy it will take you to a few different options for subscribing to this blog. You can subscribe via "Live Bookmarks", "My Yahoo!" or "Bloglines". I think there are a few more, but those are most likely the most popular methods. So experiment and enjoy.

FTP Issues

So a guy I work with hosts my website on his server. This is a pretty good deal for me because he doesn't charge me a plum nickel and I get pretty much all the space I could ever want. However, he recently moved my website to a different server. That is fine. The new server is faster and has all sorts of fancy bells and whistles. However, he really does not want to make this new server a FTP server. This means that I can't really make changes to my website because I can't FTP into it. He really wants me to use this program that automatically publishes to the server through something like Port 80. That would be fine IF I wanted to use this program and if I could select which port to FTP though on blogger AND if wanted to use this program, which I really don't. Therefore, it may be a week or so before I can convince him that I need some kind of FTP capability or we reach some kind of compromise before you see any changes on the website. This means that for those of you that have been waiting for the pictures from the Colorado game to be posted - hang in there. They are still coming.

Yesterday kind of sucked because the Cyclone got dismantled. What happened to them wasn't half as embarrassing as what happened in Iowa City. I'm not referring to the loss to a MAC school that is most likely going to keep the Hawks walking the streets of Iowa City this December. Losing on the field is one thing. The embarrassment I'm talking about is Iowa fans booing their team as they left the field on Saturday.

I've been put in the position of defending Iowa fans a lot lately. I tell people that they aren't bad, there are just a few bad apples. However, I can't come up with a defense for booing your own team.

Granted, I'm not a fan of booing as a general rule. When I plunk down my cold hard cash for a season ticket and head into Jack Trice Stadium, I have only one motivation. I'm there to cheer for the Cyclones. Let me repeat that because in a movie I saw today somebody said, "In this day and age, optimism is a revolutionary act." I'm there to cheer for the Cyclones. I'm not there to boo the other team. I'm there to support my team. I'm not there to disparage their opponent. In this day and age, sportsmanship has become a revolutionary act.

I might on occasion in the heat of the moment allow a boo to escape my lips when the referees have bungled a call or an opponent has displayed poor sportsmanship. Never has the thought of booing the Cyclones ever even crossed my brain. Never.

What makes the actions of Iowa "fans" even more reprehensible is the fact that this was Senior Day. Players like Adam Shada, Albert Young, Damian Sims, Mike Klinkenborg, Tom Busch, and Kenny Iwebema left Kinnick Stadium for the final time as players. They left the field to a chorus of boos. Those guys gave their heart and soul to that football team. They deserve better than that. Win or lose. The effort of those players demands your respect and it makes me sick to think that their final memory as Hawks is being booed off the field by their own fans.

I'm done defending Iowa fans.

Pictures Size Test

This blog is just to test how different sized images will look in this journal. The picture is the picture that FNSC and auxiliary member Jesse Howard will be sending to our sponsored child in Uganda if I ever get off my duff and print it up and send it to him.

New Function . . . Slightly New Look

I have added one new function to "An Artist's Notebook". When you get to the bottom of a journal entry (sometimes known as a blog posting) you will see a little envelope on the right hand side next to the "Comments" link. If you click on that envelope, it will take you to a screen where you can e-mail that journal entry to anybody that your little heart desires.

Also, I'm changing around and experimenting with the background color and the text color. I'm trying to make it easier to read. I know that white text on a black background can be a bit taxing on the eyes over time and I don't want any of my "fans" going blind. At least not on my account. So, this blog might start to look funky as I start making changes and making experiments.

The most likely end result is a gray background with black print. I like using gray because it reminds of a gray card. Plus I don't want to make a drastic departure from the rest of the website.

Eventually I want to add one of those counter things to the website so I can know for sure whether or not I exist in a vacuum or if there are actually people out there that read this stuff. I need to know this because after I get my MySpace blog up to 10,000 hits, I'm most likely just going to let that blog fester and only post things over here. That is if I can establish some empirical evidence that this does in fact really have some readers besides those not on MySpace.

Or to quote the immortal William "One Shot" Beaudine: "You mean someone out there is actually waiting to see this?"

Sort of a Test

Had a few changes to the old FTP server. So this isn't really that much of a blog. This really is more like a test to see if my web publishing is taking care of business so to speak. Man, I really need to make some changes to my template. Why don't I get on that?

Other Projects

A note to let you know that I haven't forgotten about the Artist's Notebook. In fact I have so many things to write about that I don't know where to begin. There was the trip to Minnesota to see the Foo Fighters, there was Rebecca's senior picture shoot, and Halloween of course. I might even write a little bit about the Iowa State Football season, but right now I'm just going to go to bed.

First Journal Entry

Originally Posted: 08/09/06

So here is the first journal entry. I felt like having as pretentious sounding name as possible for my journal. I have a few goals about this journal. My main goal is just to actually write in it. My second goal is to be as truthful as possible towards my true thoughts and feelings. I have another journal on another website, but it is really just a collection of sarcastic statements and cheap jabs at open faced sandwiches. This journal is meant to be about what my achievements and failures are in the world of art. What projects I am working on and what I have accomplished and what I have failed to accomplish. What I am photographing and what I am thinking about entering in photo contests. What I am thinking about. It might not always make sense. It might just be things I need to write down because they strike me as poignant or inspirational. This is in a small way an online “idea box”.

I do also have a goal of producing something that makes me worthy of having a pretentious sound journal title like: “An Artist’s Notebook”.

So last night, I attended the Iowa State Fair Photography Salon Reception with Sara. I figured that the two pictures that I had accepted for display would be a picture of Jay entitled “Portrait of a Self Portrait” and a picture of a bullfrog entitled “Kentucky Appetizer”. I didn’t have any real strong images to enter into the contest this year, but I felt that I had some that were good enough to display, but probably not good enough for ribbons. I was correct. Those were the two pictures selected for display. They did not receive ribbons.

So now I turn my attention to the Pufferbilly Days Photo Contest. I wasn’t going to enter this contest because I have been frustrated in the past by the way it is ran. The pictures are never displayed on the day that they are supposed to be displayed. Instead, they might be displayed as late as 48 hours. The second thing about this contest that sticks in my craw is that they don’t put the names of the photographers or of the image up anywhere. Basically, there are a bunch of pictures up and who know who took them.

I don’t complain because I seek the fame and fortune that comes with having your picture displayed at the Pufferbilly Days Photo Contest. I complain because I would like to know who took some of the other pictures. Sadly, 1 town west the now defunct Ogden Fun Days Photo Contest was ran a million times better.

Jay talked me into entering this year’s contest. I told him that I didn’t like having to put any emotional investment into this contest, when it was so poorly ran.
He said it wouldn’t require any emotional investment. I could just put the pictures I made for the Ogden Fun Days Contest into the Pufferbilly Contest and whatever happens happened.

For better or worse, I’m just not wired in such a manner. There are very few things in my life I can just say “what happens, happens.” Photography certainly isn’t one of them.

He did convince me it was a waste not to enter one of the few contests around here just because it was so poorly ran. So, I am entering. I need to come up with 6 entries by August 31. That is the limit and I do not want to do anything less than the limit. I don’t want to mail it in.