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.
This is an apple I found in the gents at block 56 in school today. I mean it was just sitting there expectantly, as if someone might’ve temporarily forgotten it and would come back for it later, so that it could fulfil its lifelong ambition of being eaten.