September 2012: Beltway Betties Vs. The Backwoods Rollers.
Mountains
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Photography Backlog
Old life goal: teach dog to make me coffee.
Bad dog.
New life goal: Finish sorting/organizing 2012 roller derby photos before 2013 season is up.
The large question is do I work backwards or fowards?
I took nearly 3,000 photos at the Freedom Belles bout in october 2012. That's not my home league, but it will take a long time to push through. I think the only photos that I have that anyone still cares about are from the first NoVa Roller Derby Bout of 2013 and the 2012 Championships.
I hate being indecisive, but I'm good at it, and I like being good at things.
-Edit-
I already did June 2012 once here. How did that get in twice? Nuts!
Bad dog.
New life goal: Finish sorting/organizing 2012 roller derby photos before 2013 season is up.
The large question is do I work backwards or fowards?
I took nearly 3,000 photos at the Freedom Belles bout in october 2012. That's not my home league, but it will take a long time to push through. I think the only photos that I have that anyone still cares about are from the first NoVa Roller Derby Bout of 2013 and the 2012 Championships.
I hate being indecisive, but I'm good at it, and I like being good at things.
-Edit-
I already did June 2012 once here. How did that get in twice? Nuts!
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Sympathy Hunger
My friends dog died.
Lost for what to do to help them feel better, we bought them beer and chocolate, because that often makes us feel better, even if we don't feel bad or even if we feel quite good.
Then, I smartly left the cache in a shopping bag for a week or so.
We came home friday night to find the dog had eaten the chocolate. I guess he felt bad about losing an enemy he had always despised and tried to end his own small misery forever. Unfortunately, I did not buy enough chocolate to kill a 90 pound dog, though a 2-3 lb dog may have felt a bit queasy. Instead, I think he was simply satisfied that he had eaten something, and thus totally missed his goal.
Lost for what to do to help them feel better, we bought them beer and chocolate, because that often makes us feel better, even if we don't feel bad or even if we feel quite good.
Then, I smartly left the cache in a shopping bag for a week or so.
We came home friday night to find the dog had eaten the chocolate. I guess he felt bad about losing an enemy he had always despised and tried to end his own small misery forever. Unfortunately, I did not buy enough chocolate to kill a 90 pound dog, though a 2-3 lb dog may have felt a bit queasy. Instead, I think he was simply satisfied that he had eaten something, and thus totally missed his goal.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
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