I was playing around with the camera today. I wanted to take a picture of my Polyphonic Spree setlist to show the world. If anyone can tell me what Gom-bem-berry people means, I'd love to know!
I also found an old bee picture I took on the camera, which you can see here. It's so good! I love the shadows in it, and the fact that there's a bee hovering mid air. I remember setting the camera on the table, so it wouldn't be blurry, and I saw this bee pollenating the flowers just beside me. I thought "Holy fuck take pictures take pictures!!!". And that was the best one. At the moment it's the best picture I've ever taken. But a lot of people like the dragonfly one better.
I got 2 letters in the mail today. I know one is from grandma Douglass, and the other one is from uncle john and auntie claire. I haven't opened them. I can wait. I really don't particularly care what I get. As you get older you care less and less about birthdays, christmas and easter. It's just another day. I don't share my birthday with anyone that great. Only Michael Atherton, who used to captain the English test side. If only I was born on the 22nd of March, I could share my bday with Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber. My Dad share's his bday with Chuck Norris. I'm jealous.
Turning 21 doesn't have the same impact as it did many decades ago. I just don't care. If only the legal driving age was 21, then I'd feel a bit better about it. I just thought of a poem Lisa Simpson writes when turning 8.
Meditations on turning 8:
I once had a cat named Snowball,
She died, She died.
Mum told me she was sleeping,
She lied! She lied!
Why oh why is my cat dead?
Couldn't that Chrysler hit me instead?
I'm not clever enough to write a poem that good.
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