It’s Tuesday evening again, and millions worldwide are at a loss while magicks are performed on the very fabric of the World.
Today didn’t go very well — I woke early, got out of bed late, raced to school, and only discovered there wasn’t class because QL mentioned she’d heard about it. I also stuck my face in the conty window, hello Lamont, and then wanted to make more prints but the thought of negotiating with Uncle J for the darkroom keys wasn’t particularly exciting.
Yesterday, though, was fun, other than having to get up before 6. We stayed a bit after class and developed and developed. I am still lacking a scanner, negative or otherwise, but behold:
I decided to keep that last test strip on a whim and it would make a great bookmark if the edges weren’t all ragged. I am so cutting proper bookmark sized strips and selling these, okay?
The photos for/of the guys back in April didn’t turn out so well, and I’m only left with a shot of The E at the rounders game. The earlier half of the roll is all fogged up though, and said shot is in the earlier half, so we’ll see how it goes.
I caught Control Sunday afternoon with and thanks to Mak, and it was good — black and white film, dingy theatre, one-third the leg space of economy class, and the prerequisite good looking art school types in attendance. Also some fine acting, of course, and Sam Riley does a decent crazy Curtis dance.
You know what’s one thing I really hate? People pressing elevator/pedestrian crossing/whatever buttons repeatedly, loudly, as if it makes the damn thing move/change faster, as if it makes a difference, and the scary thing is I reckon some of them believe it.
