i may be a bird in a cage but at least it's your cage

On Monday, I shot the [Trekky Records Christmas at the Cradle] benefit show. If you're wondering why there are so many pictures of the bearded dude in the red shirt, it was because he was adorable boy technology 1000%, and he kept making lolzy faces.

Yesterday I listened to the Atlantic R&B box set on shuffle for the whole afternoon. It was cheering music on a cool (I do not say cold because it was cold for the NC but warm for most of where you bitches live), blustery, drizzly gray day. Then I lay on the floor and took glamour shots of the cats because it was too gross to leave the house to shoot, except for a trip to the library for more Martha Grimes mysteries.

Tuesdays are quickly becoming my let's-go-somewhere-so-I-can-fuck-around-with-the-camera-:D? days. redwillet and I went to [Hillsborough] last week, and like bird watchers, I have started a life list of places I want to shoot, broken down into the NC, the US, and the World. I shall be poor forever due to insane traveling desires. At least gas got cheap again.

Today I am sending emails and doodling sketches of database interfaces in my journal, interspersed with questions I need to ask at our meeting with the designers after the holidays. One for presentation data is sketched underneath the line i miss you like dreams i've never had. I'm still listening to the Atlantic box set.

It should be clear to anyone reading this that my fannish output has fallen off to almost zero at the moment, so if you want to stick around and listening to me talk about taking photos and ways in which my job is simultaneously amazing and soul-draining, that's awesome, but if you don't, feel free to do that, too. I will start posting music again in the new year, and I might even write a story or three. There are a lot I want to finish. I miss writing.

There's a lot of things I want to finish in general, actually.