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TheByc'sBlog My Many Hats 2009-02-06 10:03 PM Photo Seminar Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: So-So Read/Post Comments (1) |
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The Cycle Barn is putting on a photo seminar tomorrow. Mike and I were going to attend, but now he has to work. I made him clean up my bike, since he is the one that has been riding it. It sparkles like crazy right now. The seminar is about taking still photos and video of the bike in motion. I am not much of a photographer, But I think I will learn a lot. I will take my only digital camera, which is the same one we have had for a few years. It ain't much, but is all I have got. Mike has a nice Nikon 35mm camera, but I don't touch it. I sent an invite to my Chromehead group to join us. Herald is excited about it, and he plans on coming. The rest of them think it is Harleys at the Cycle Barn, and couldn't be bothered. Whatever. Me and Herald will ride our C's together, for the first time. I don't think any from my ladies group will be attending. Just me...and the boys...a lot of boys...nice. I saw at my banks website that I can download a picture, and have my credit/debit card made from it. That is my goal. I think that would be really cool to have. My bike is well dressed these days. Over the course of the off season, I have added saddle bags, a crash bar (to protect the engine in the event of a fall), some chrome on the front...It really looks nice. At work today, an older man, returned with his bag, and threw it on the counter towards me. He yelled, "What part of no cheese" then he looked towards the kitchen, not at me.."do they not understand!?" I was thinking, you fkr, you are throwing that at me, and yelling, yet you want me to take care of it, huh?...but I really said nothing to him. I took the bag, ripped it open, where I found his sandwich all spread out. I threw the whole thing in the garbage, and asked for a new one, without the cheese, like the original one was supposed to have been made. I put the new one in the bag, gave him fresh fries, and told him, "thanks for letting me fix that" asshole...(my standard responce since watching A Fish Called Wanda years ago...One day, I will be diagnosed with having a new syndrome. I call is "Selective Turrets". It is when I mutter "fkr, fkr, fkr" after dealing with these guys. I am sure I will rot in hell one day. |
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