All you can do is the best you can do.

Apr 23

dontbearuiner:

iphotographlove:

harleybean:

Decided to make a post, why not?

Looking for other SCAdians. :)

I’m from the Northern Army- Eastern Kingdom, went to this past Pennsic.

Looking for friends! :D

shire of caer adamant, eastern kingdom. this past pennsic was our first!

Barony of Bryn-Gwlad, Kingdom of Ansteorra!

We mostly just attend Pennsic, though. And camp with our friends who are all from Aethelmarc. :)

Oh, some of your friends are from Midrealm, they just don’t let on. 

I’m from Aethelmearc, mostly Thescorre, and usually do Pennsic. 

https://www.flickr.com/photos/dragonlady7/sets/72157631074113224/


ohcorny:

wow the cutest oglaf

This is ADORABLE.

ohcorny:

wow the cutest oglaf

This is ADORABLE.

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seetheandtumble:

photojojo:

If you told someone ten years ago that the most popular camera in the world would soon be on a phone, they’d probably think you were crazy. 
Pop Chart Lab put together this awesome poster featuring the most important cameras over the past 100 years. 
The Most Important Cameras in History
via TIME Newsfeed

I’m from Rochester. Always reblog cameras.

Cameras are my day job.
One of my upcoming projects is going to be to write a series of essays called “your cameraphone is just fine” because I’m sick of hearing it. Because it is. Your cameraphone is just fine. I sell six thousand dollar cameras and your cameraphone is just fine. Shut the hell up. And I’ll print your cellphone pictures and stay in business, thanks.

seetheandtumble:

photojojo:

If you told someone ten years ago that the most popular camera in the world would soon be on a phone, they’d probably think you were crazy. 

Pop Chart Lab put together this awesome poster featuring the most important cameras over the past 100 years. 

The Most Important Cameras in History

via TIME Newsfeed

I’m from Rochester. Always reblog cameras.

Cameras are my day job.

One of my upcoming projects is going to be to write a series of essays called “your cameraphone is just fine” because I’m sick of hearing it. Because it is. Your cameraphone is just fine. I sell six thousand dollar cameras and your cameraphone is just fine. Shut the hell up. And I’ll print your cellphone pictures and stay in business, thanks.

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Generation X Doesn’t Want to Hear It

emptyage:

Earlier generations have weathered recessions, of course; this stall we’re in has the look of something nastier. Social Security and Medicare are going to be diminished, at best. Hours worked are up even as hiring staggers along: Blood from a stone looks to be the normal order of things “going forward,” to borrow the business-speak. Economists are warning that even when the economy recuperates, full employment will be lower and growth will be slower—a sad little rhyme that adds up to something decidedly ­unpoetic. A majority of Americans say, for the first time ever, that this generation will not be better off than its parents.

New York Magazine

Generation X is sick of your bullshit.

The first generation to do worse than its parents? Please. Been there. Generation X was told that so many times that it can’t even read those words without hearing Winona Ryder’s voice in its heads. Or maybe it’s Ethan Hawke’s. Possibly Bridget Fonda’s. Generation X is getting older, and can’t remember those movies so well anymore. In retrospect, maybe they weren’t very good to begin with. 

But Generation X is tired of your sense of entitlement. Generation X also graduated during a recession. It had even shittier jobs, and actually had to pay for its own music. (At least, when music mattered most to it.) Generation X is used to being fucked over. It lost its meager savings in the dot-com bust. Then came George Bush, and 9/11, and the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. Generation X bore the brunt of all that. And then came the housing crisis. 

Generation X wasn’t surprised. Generation X kind of expected it. 

Generation X is a journeyman. It didn’t invent hip hop, or punk rock, or even electronica (it’s pretty sure those dudes in Kraftwerk are boomers) but it perfected all of them, and made them its own. It didn’t invent the Web, but it largely built the damn thing. Generation X gave you Google and Twitter and blogging; Run DMC and Radiohead and Nirvana and Notorious B.I.G. Not that it gets any credit. 

But that’s okay. Generation X is used to being ignored, stuffed between two much larger, much more vocal, demographics. But whatever! Generation X is self-sufficient. It was a latchkey child. Its parents were too busy fulfilling their own personal ambitions to notice any of its trophies—which were admittedly few and far between because they were only awarded for victories, not participation.

In fairness, Generation X could use a better spokesperson. Barack Obama is just a little too senior to count among its own, and it has debts older than Mark Zuckerberg. Generation X hasn’t had a real voice since Kurt Cobain blew his brains out, Tupac was murdered, Jeff Mangum went crazy, David Foster Wallace hung himself, Jeff Buckley drowned, River Phoenix overdosedElliott Smith stabbed himself (twice) in the heart, Axl got fat. 

Generation X is beyond all that bullshit now. It quit smoking and doing coke a long time ago. It has blood pressure issues and is heavier than it would like to be. It might still take some ecstasy, if it knew where to get some. But probably not. Generation X has to be up really early tomorrow morning.

Generation X is tired.

It’s a parent now, and there’s always so damn much to do. Generation X wishes it had better health insurance and a deeper savings account. It wonders where its 30s went. It wonders if it still has time to catch up.

Right now, Generation X just wants a beer and to be left alone. It just wants to sit here quietly and think for a minute. Can you just do that, okay? It knows that you are so very special and so very numerous, but can you just leave it alone? Just for a little bit? Just long enough to sneak one last fucking cigarette? No?

Whatever. It’s cool. 

Generation X is used to disappointments. Generation X knows you didn’t even read the whole thing. It doesn’t want or expect your reblogs; it picked the wrong platform.

Generation X should have posted this to LiveJournal. 

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cameraspot:

This is what I had in mind from when we first started selling on Etsy. Talk about a craft supply— this is the chemistry you need to develop your own black and white film. Tomorrow I’ll be listing the tanks and reels (pictured in the last photo), and then all you’ll need is a closet to load your film in, and a source of exactly 68 degree water (easier than you’d think), and you’re good to go. 

So here you go. Fresh, non-expired film chemistry. We order this in a couple of times a year for all the local schools. It can be tricky to get ahold of. 

Order it either as a full set (save a bunch on shipping) or singly, at our Etsy shop.

Oh oh oh oh my pet project. Totally totally buy photo chemicals. I felt so sure that the Internet needs this. 


samantha-carter-is-my-muse:

Teal’c telling a Jaffa joke in Seth.

OK maybe I’m missing something, like if his delivery was really bad or something, but I thought this was hilarious? Like it’s not a typical pun- or stereotype-laden Earth punchline, but it’s an atmospheric kind of punchline. 

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penisparker:

people who demand “realistic” fanfics need to stop. i don’t read fanfic to see my otp fighting over taxes

Sometimes those are the best, though. I think the technical term is “curtainfic”, from the idea that they’re talking about curtains or whatever— just banal domestic shit— and sometimes, that is precisely the escapism I want. So the bold spacefaring starship captain likes his eggs over easy, and his hot nerdy scientist boyfriend always leaves the toilet seat up, and they sometimes have kind of bad sex and fight about socks. It’s okay, see, because in the end, everybody gets orgasms and they save the world. That’s the kind of fanfic I like. I like a bit of realism now and then. it helps me remember that sometimes, my boring realistic life can also have similar levels of transcendental radness.

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Claudia Black’s Eyebrows

So I’m writing some femmeslash featuring Vala, because female characters are kind of hard to come by and I’m not wasting such a good one. As I often do, I’m looking at photos of the actor who played her, as it’s kind of helpful in coming up with descriptions and mannerisms and such while writing (for original stuff, I often pick an actor). And it’s struck me, not for the first time, how it’s so easy to tell at a glance which sci-fi heroine played by Claudia Black this is a picture of. Because in between being Aeryn Sun for Farscape, and Vala Mal Doran for Stargate…

She redid her eyebrows. And it’s a really big difference. And it makes such a huge difference in the appearance of the character. She kept virtually the same hairstyle, the same makeup mostly, and it’s not like she aged all that much— a year? two? but the two characters look so dramatically different because Aeryn’s eyebrows are much thicker, less shaped, and Vala’s are about half as thick. 

It’s not that either one looks more natural or anything, though knowing how eyebrows work and how standards of female beauty work it’s not hard to figure out that Aeryn’s are a lot more like Claudia’s would look untouched— but it just makes such a drastic difference in their appearance. Aeryn is confident, bold, brutal; Vala is probably going to wait until you’re not looking to kill you. And even then, she might not kill you, if she can rob you blind without you noticing. 

Anyway. That’s this morning’s rumination.


reapersun:

konkoa:

This has been a PSA.

I’m trying not to reblog posts on this blog but I feel that this is important to post here.

oh! oh my god. yes. 
This goes double for things I *write* in works of fiction. Just because I put it in there doesn’t mean I approve of it. You can’t write damaged characters and never let them do anything wrong. And unreliable narrators are the only way to go.

reapersun:

konkoa:

This has been a PSA.

I’m trying not to reblog posts on this blog but I feel that this is important to post here.

oh! oh my god. yes. 

This goes double for things I *write* in works of fiction. Just because I put it in there doesn’t mean I approve of it. You can’t write damaged characters and never let them do anything wrong. And unreliable narrators are the only way to go.

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