Friday, September 21, 2012

While we were shopping at Sam's Club- because who doesn't need 240 pizza rolls- I learned that people live on the Moon. I don't recall what he said, but I said: "On what planet does [whatever he said] happen?"

DG: "On mine."

Me: "What planet do you live on?"

DG: "The Moon."

Me: "The Moon isn't a planet."

DG: "What?! Of course it is!"

Me: "No, the Moon is the 'moon', it isn't classified as a planet." (I was prepared to go into something about Pluto, but I didn't have the chance, he kept talking).

DG: "That's not what they said."

Me: "What 'they'?"

DG: "The Moon People."

Me: "What 'Moon People'?"

DG: "The people who live on the Moon."

Me: "Where, on the Moon, do they live?"

DG: "Places. Probably houses."

Me: "Wait, there are people who live on the Moon, probably in houses, and nobody has ever seen them?"

DG: "They haven't been looking in the right places."

Me: "We went to the Moon. There were people from Earth, ON the Moon, and they didn't see them."

DG: "You went to the Moon? You didn't go to the Moon!" (he was trying to deflect).

Me: "No, not me, WE.  As a nation, you know, went to the Moon. I don't recall learning about Moon People in school."

DG: "Of course not. They wouldn't teach that in school."

Then he broke off for a second, to ask about the price of something in bulk, so I did the math and told him... then we went back to this:

Me: "Don't stop now, finish telling me the story."

DG: "What story?"

Me: "About the Moon People?"

DG: "What about them?"

Me: "Finish telling me about them."

DG: "They don't exist."

Me: "That's not what you said sixteen seconds ago."

DG: "I was mistaken."

Bonus- on the way to Sam's Club, I was trying to take a mobile phone pic for Facebook and he kept making a face by puffing his cheeks out with his breath and making little weird hissing noises. I finally reached over and pushed his puffed up cheek and said, "Stop doing this, I'm trying to take a photo for Facebook."

He replied, "I'm not making any faces!"

I turned back to my phone to take the shot again and he made the exact same hissing sound as before, which made me laugh, hence the cheesy smile.

So, there you have it... there are people on the Moon who probably live in houses and he doesn't make faces or weird hissing sounds. (despite the fact you can see in the photo he appears to be blowing out his breath as opposed to, you know, just breathing).

Friday, September 7, 2012

We work hard for no money...

Sorry. I'm sorry again for the delay in posting. There have been many short conversations (in fact, there was a hilarious one we had today, but I got busy and forgot what the hell we were talking about when we both ended up laughing like idiots), and most of those are in the Facebook Group. I was reminded on Tuesday that it had been a while since I updated this by some random student at our daughter's college (she's a sophomore this year, but she just transferred to that college). So, hi there... welcome to the blog. I know you weren't really just some random student, you've got some kind of title, but I have no idea what it is. Feel free to laugh... one of the most popular posts is Rats with their Little Nike Shoes. Also, thanks for the use of the tools. Did you notice the Disabled Guy organized your socket set? Yeah, he does that.

And, in re-reading my last post, I see that I haven't updated the whole thing with the Queen. I was in the Garden during her second visit during the feast. I took tons of photos of the whole thing, but as I look at my Pahz Photography blog, I see I didn't update there either. Let me assure you, the Queen loves the benches. Jane the Phoole loves the benches. Even the Earl of Leicester loves the benches. EVERYONE loves the benches.

RANDOM UPDATE- as I was adding the above paragraph, DG came inside and had a deep gash in his thumb. It wasn't a bad one, but it was a chunk of skin pulled out, so it bled in the most spectacular fashion. No pics, he wouldn't let me take any. Maybe later. He's quitting work for the day because he'll just bleed through his Band-aids if he continues without letting it properly stop. He'll be back at work again tomorrow.

You all know that the Disabled Guy builds things out of wood. We've tried selling a few of these things, but it doesn't always happen. So he mostly does it for his own enjoyment and to make things for friends or family.

Most of you know I'm a photographer. I mostly do macro and fine art stuff, but during the summer, between July and Labor Day (September, for those not involved with that holiday), I go to the Bristol Renaissance Faire and take photos there. I'm what's considered a "playtron", in that I pay to get in (season pass this year was a gift) and I dress up and "play"... but I also do photos.

Today, I had a rough night with my pain issues and didn't fall asleep till well after 2 AM, so I got a bit of a late start. DG found me in our room after I'd showered and was blow-drying my hair. He made a big scene about getting his clothes out of his dresser. I asked him what he was doing.

DG: "I gotta go to work."  (building a fancy wooden trunk for one of our kids)

Me: "So do I." (finishing up the last of my Closing Day photos- I had three days worth of photos to get through).

DG: "That's not work!"

Me: "How is it NOT work?"

DG: "You don't get paid!"

Me: "Neither do you!"

DG: "So? I enjoy it."

Me: "So do I!"

DG: "No, you don't!"

Me: "You're telling me that I don't enjoy taking photos? Editing photos? Creating art? Sharing art? You're right... I hate it. I hate it when people tell me I've done a good job and that they like the photos I take of them."

DG: "Yeah... well... I'm building a box."

Me: "Good comeback, Sparky."

I don't get paid by the faire or the people I take photos of, but those people and the powers-that-be at the faire appreciate what I do (I've been told some wonderful things by someone in charge of the media things at the faire). And, by doing what I do, it might help open doors to paying photography gigs. (and, the jousters gave me an awesome gift this year, which I love and DG has to make me a framed plaque so I can hang it up- which he will not be paid for doing. I love those guys and they don't need to give me a gift for what I do, but they always come up with something I would never think of myself). By the way, I also take photos of DG's carpentry projects, but I don't get paid by him to do that either.

And because you know you want to see them- here's the set with most of my ren faire photos. I'm still adding to it. So keep checking back, if you're into that sort of thing.