February 7th, 2003

Self-Portrait 3

You know, I just this minute realized, I feel better than I have in MONTHS.

After trying and failing miserably to explain the humor in a six foot tall, 285 pound black man using a leopardskin pen with a pink feather on the end to write in a journal with a leopardskin cover with blue and pink butterflies on it, it occurred to me that Michelle and I could be the Andy Kaufman and Bob Zmuda of our generation. Except better looking. And with a much nicer rack.

I'm trying to get into the habit of taking my camera with me practically everywhere I go and taking pictures of most anything. I'm trying to take pictures of more people than I have in the past, hence my fascination with snapping pics of my friends. Most of the pictures I have are of random objects, and I'm putting a couple of still life's together. But I've always liked taking pictures with actual people in them more than I have any other kind, and I realized that since I have (1) a digital camera and (2) rechargeable batteries, it's possible to take as many pictures as I want at practically zero cost, unless I decide I want prints. Time was I used to be a pretty fair photographer. I'm no Jimmy Olsen, but I have a halfway decent eye for lighting and shadows, and I can put together a pretty good shot. Or at least, I could. Hopefully I'm not too far away from being able to honestly say that again.

Taking a trip to North Carolina next weekend. Leaving out Thursday afternoon, probably not coming back until Monday. An old friend from Mallet is getting married, which goes back to what I said about the concept of Mallet being sound, even if the execution has become fatally flawed. But anyway. The whole fact of Andy getting married is really starting to drive home the fact that I'm not. A day that I never thought I'd see is now only eight days away, and once it's over I'll be the last of the old-time bachelors. Well, me and Josh, but I'm almost certain Josh is gay. He'll go to his grave in the closet/complete denial, but the fact remains...

At any rate, the only reason I mention it is that I'm hoping that I'll have the ways and means of on-the-road internet access by next week, so hopefully I'll be able to regale my loyal legions of Livejournal listeners (well, readers, but I didn't want to fuck up the alliteration) with tales from the road. To wit, being able to post from South of the Border will be the Best. Thing. EVAR.

I'm looking forward to meeting this girl that Andy's marrying. Kind of. Knowing Andy like I do, I have a terrible feeling that he's ended up with a complete bitch. He's one of the nicest guys I've ever met, and he's just the type of guy that domineering, soul-destroying shrews seem to be drawn to. And then of course he's far, far too kind-hearted to tell the bitch to hit the bricks once he figures out what their game is, if he can even manage to get as far as the "figuring them out" stage. Then again, before two days ago I hadn't spoken to him in better than half a decade. And true, it sounds like he hasn't changed a bit, but you never know.
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