I really do hate Instagram, and it has nothing to do with cool people using cool filters to take photos, on occasion. It has to do with most people with an iPhonecamera – taking photos with grainy filters and weird color washes.
As someone who prides myself on taking good photos, and trying to crop and color adjust as little as possible, so that people can see reality through my eyes – it offends me to see “reality” that is orange, or blue, or so tweaked that it is unrecognizable as an image. I have to take the photographers word that there is a bunny in this fuzzy mess. Really?
Why not just take a photo? One as clear and clean as possible? One that shows what is really going on in your world, and if it happens to be a little out of focus, or tilted, or an off color, then that is real. Making it non-real, makes it hard for me to make it out. I have a cell phone. It does not take photos, it does not text. It calls people. I find that having a conversation with someone saves all those minutes in my life texting. My camera is nothing special, though it does most of what I want it to – Canon PowerShot A1100 IS – I bought it for 89.00 and upgraded the memory to 8 gig – It takes great video too.
Now, there are SO MANY people out there that love Instagram. It is used so much, that almost every photo I view on Twitter and many on Facebook are actually what I call “instascammed”. Also, I hashtag IHATEINSTAGRAM all the time, and they are deleted. Try it. They vanish. Maybe one will last a day, but never more than that. That makes me wonder, how many other people are trying to voice their opinion by #ihateinstagram – but it is being censored out?
Blah blah blah.. just like Bush, nothing I can do about it but whine. If a court can put a president into office, and the majority are ignored, about that time this country became another country. Not the one I am used to. And it has HORRIBLE filters!
In good news, finally wired the outside motion sensor light onto the garage. It has been SO long since I have wired anything, that it took a while doing it, for my old brain patterns to kick in. Once they did it was a breeze, but that short relearning curve was a pain, so I didn’t redo anything, just kept plugging along. The first line of wire I stapled is not my best work, but the last was pretty stylish.
Now we have electricity to the garage without an overhead line. There are plenty of outlets and switches for the inside and outside of it. Tomorrow I want to wire in the overhead fluorescents so this tacky auto-repair clip on lamp, can go away. Of all the wonders in this world, having light in a darkened garage is definitely one of them.
Still keeping my head low. H – won’t speak to me, look at me, or recognize anything I say. This is a good thing in one way, but it isn’t healing anything between us. I can put things aside easily, but apparently she cannot. It does not endear me more, to alienate me. She also had the gall to tell my brother that I never speak to her. Uh… everyone in the house speaks to me, even her boyfriend, except her.
The truth is, I find her offensive to humankind and repulsive to common courtesy, caring and cleanliness, but it doesn’t mean I hate her. I just wish she wasn’t rude, obnoxious, the only one allowed to make mistakes, loud, talk bad about me in hearing range, and talk with a baby doll voice.
I have never had an honest conversation with her where she understood what I was saying. To the point where I give up, every time. Sarcasm and subtlety are not in her vocabulary. Unfortunately, they are part of my humor, and I like to laugh – ALOT!
As funny as it sounds, this is not a laughing matter. It has caused tension and unhappiness with the whole household and I am staying in my room as much as possible, just to not cross paths. That is fine. Her schedule has been regular, and if I stay away on weekends, maybe we will not have to interact. That is fine with me. I could almost pretend she doesn’t exist, if it wasn’t for the… once again… blood filled trash can (why does it have to be opaque?) – next to the toilet. I know it’s that time of the month, but apparently her boyfriend doesn’t care, as they pound it out above me. I think it went on for an hour yesterday. Oh joy.
This is an attractive, well dressed woman of 23. She looks great when she leaves the house. Her boyfriend is an amazing guitar player – I hope they find their own way. My fear is, once they have a place with just the two of them, and my brother K is not there to rub her feet and placate her, and D isn’t here to feed her and rave about her pizzas (Nan with cheese), that somehow it will all breakdown. And God forbid they ever live with other room mates, people with real schedules and lives, who won’t put up with this behavior.
My brother’s best friend, Dave came by today with his one year old just to hang out and say “Hi”. I had not seen him or his wife in such a long time, and he had not been by, he was practically blown away with all the changes to the landscape, paths, patio work and lighting I have done. It was really nice to hear someone praise all the hard work I have put into everything. It renews that sense of pride in myself of a job well done. I am looking forward to getting more done so this place is even much nicer to hang out at. Got to get it done soon, it is getting cold, and it is now December, and heck… things are going to freeze soon.
Thanks for reading, whoever you are that reads my blogs (other than my best friend Sooz and my best cousin Jill)!
All of my photos are taken with no filter, and mostly likely no cropping.
On another note, I have talked with two friends found on Facebook that have been out of contact with for 20 or more years. Seriously, that is pretty amazing! Genell called yesterday, and Mona called today. It was good to hear that no matter what is going on with them, they are keeping an upbeat attitude and not letting life kick them in the pants! Genell just lost her husband a month or two ago, then found out he had not paid taxes in four years – surprise! She is getting into voice over work, and seems to love it. Mona has an amazing husband and is going to college (though her daughter may graduate first). SO PROUD of her!
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