*I stole Robin’s title.
* I even stole her picture. I went to her Photography Blog and took a screen cap and uploaded it here. Why? becuase I couldn’t make the two pictures fit side by side, THAT’S why.
Once again I was scrambling last minute to do this diptych. Robin emailed me last week asking me to pick a theme. I didn’t do that until late yesterday afternoon. Because I suck.
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(Mine on left, Robins on right.)
Internet anonymity is wrong. It will never end. Never. As long as there is internet, there will be people who are lying and spreading filth and hatred behind the “safety” of their monitors.
As my good friend Gwen told me : Anonymity + Audience = Total Dickwad
Technically, Even I am hiding behind a thin veil of anonymity, with my Bluepaintred pseudonym. The difference in a screen name, and a fake name, is that I have a home base where people can reach me, where I can be found, my home, so to say.
Something happened today, and not even to me, that really upset me. Its presumptuous of me to assume that the person who cowardly hid behind their screen will ever read this, but that won’t stop me from taking a stand.
There are rules for everything in life, even being anonymous.
To start.
If you are already hiding behind your fake non identity, then at least have the guts to own the words you are saying. Stop hiding behind a crowd by saying things like “People are saying…”
NO. People are not saying things, YOU are, even if you are hiding who you are, YOU are the one writing hateful things. Own it.
Second of all. You are a cowardly bitch. You are hateful and in your life, something is lacking. That you feel the need to bring someone down, that the need is SO strong that you will go to great lengths – such as creating a fake email, well. It’s sad.
Pitiful even.
My inlaws came home today. Also, My coffee pot broke.
Right now, it’s not too serious – you will note I am still functioning, after all. The heating element is gone from the machine but it still makes coffee. I have been making coffee and pouring it into a carafe to keep it warm and my father in law plans on looking at it sometime later this week.
personally, I doubt that it is fixable becuase earlier this afternoon the dishwasher was making a really finny noise., I went into the kitchen to see what was going on and pulled a piece of saran wrap for the bottom of the dishwasher. It was at that time that I smelled kind of a bury smell, but wasn’t able to figure out where it was coming from – which really? that’s kinda scary.
I had checked and double checked the dishwasher to see if any pf the plastic was still there or worse, on teh heating element thingy and had found nothing. Shortly after that Micah came home and realised that the coffee pot was no longer working. Now I figure the bury smell was coming from the pot.
I hope its not a wiring thing and I am still able to use it to make coffee without burning the house down.
My inlaws brought me home a sweet ass pair of socks from the states and I cannot wait to put them up on Socks ‘N Paws for you all to see.
Again, please, if you have some awesome cool socks, or a neighbor with wicked neat socks, or even if you dog or cat has a sweet set of socks, please for the love of Blog, take a picture of them and send them to me!
Robin and I? We’re rebels. We decided to break away from the pack and do something other than a color of our Diptych photos. We decided that we would do “Calm”.
Both of us have been having a rough time lately, and even though it is just a word, just a photo of an idea, going out in search of calm, having to keep my eyes open for the chance to photograph calm, was in itself a calming activity.
So. Presenting : Calm, And I would love to know, in the comments, by phone email or twitter : What is your idea of calm? When you are restless, when you heart is heavy, where do you go? What do you do?
I love robins photo, especially the blue tones. Driving down an empty, beautiful snowy road would be calming.
Unless you break down.
My Photo is of course of the bathtub, lit only by candles. I’ve got a book there, but technically, I wouldn’t be reading just by candle light because my eyes are getting worse. I love the dark, or near dark, with hot water all around me.
So. What is your interpretation of calm?
