Drinking Blood in Louisiana is illegal.
The ritualistic consumption of blood be it animal or human is illegal in Louisiana. (I guess this means sitting around the BBQ with the guys having a warm one is okay.)
Now I don’t know about you, but it makes me wonder just how many people were drinking blood down there. It must have reached epidemic proportions if it got so bad that they had to pass a law to try and control the problem.
What happened? Did they have a rash of break-ins at the local blood banks? Did somebody rob the local Red Cross at gunpoint? Since we’re dealing with politicians I doubt well ever know the truth.
But what I do know for sure is that this whole thing is sitting on the far side of weird.
Oh well. What should we expect from a state where you can get up to 10 years in prison for stealing an alligator?
I have a Whirlpool hot water heater that is three or four years old that has broken for the second time in a year. It’s got a 12 year warranty, but it’s parts only and I pay shipping. What good is that if I have to order the parts and wait, instead of having a real warranty that has someone come out and fix it?
And what if I didn’t have the tools or the experience to replace the parts? Then I’d get to call a plumber and wait for them to find the time to get over and fix it, and you know that’s got to cost more than a C-note.
The old hot water heaters used to last practically forever, but this new unit is way to complicated.
Okay, so the first thing to go was that butterfly valve on the vent. Instead of being able to simply block it open, I had to order a new one because it’s electronically linked to the controller.
Then the other day the Honeywell thermostat went out. Four flashes, pause four flashes means no hot water until they sent the replacement. –Oh, yeah. They told me I needed to attach a hose to the drain and wait for the water to run clear. I do that at least once a year, but obviously it doesn’t matter.
So this was how I showered.
Fortunately I’ve been around enough so this is no more than an inconvenience.
What bothers me is that these fancy schmancy new heaters don’t last nearly as long as the old school, thermostat, rod and pilot light, systems. I know those antiques aren’t nearly as efficient, but they didn’t have all that computerized crap that makes the new models so damn delicate.
Remember the days when the word “warranty” was worth something?
One of the girls got this incredibly shaded tattoo by a guy in Henderson.
I can’t remember his name, but it doesn’t matter because I’m not willing to wait for almost a year to get any new ink.
Almost a year?
Shit, you know you’re good when people are willing to stand in line for that long.
He’s says headed back to Hawaii so I guess it doesn’t matter. Hmm? I wonder which island? It sounds like a great excuse to go to Hawaii. –All I need now is the money. Don’t you just hate it when your fantasy bumps into reality?
Besides, I’m 65 and I doubt I have more than fifteen or twenty more years to get shit done, and waiting that long for anything isn’t something I have time for.
Okay, it’s really a matter of patience not age.
Besides ink is expensive. It’s gotten close to a hundred bucks an hour for anyone who’s really good.
As I type this I begin to wonder why the Hell I want another tattoo. It’s not like I’m out to impress anybody. I’ve long since quit worrying about what people think.
On the other hand, Tiffany is totally against my getting any more. So I suppose I’m obligated to get at least one more.
Yup, it’s childish, but I just can’t help myself. 😉
I bought a copy of Food Styling by Delores Custer because I’m getting back into photography…. again. Maybe I won’t get bored so soon this time around.
At any rate, I doubt I’ll start photographing food, but it gave me an excuse to invest in a new book.
Food Styling by Delores Custer:
Ms. Custer doesn’t hold back when she gives you the step by step instructions on the tricks of her trade. –Which is why I bought the book in the first place.
Most of the books I’ve read on this subject tend to gloss over the physical necessities required to set up the shot. In fact a lot of the authors I’ve read seem to be too busy telling you how wonderful they are to teach you how they do it. –Self promotion has it’s place, but at the end of the day, those are the books I donate to the local library or Goodwill.
She takes the opposite approach. She goes in to great detail on which tools she uses and how she uses them.
There are lots of things in the book on making food look like it’s delicious and not plastic.
She also shows you how to substitute or add ingredients so the product looks good long enough to get the shots.
For instance this is what’s involved in preparing a turkey for it’s close up.
And this is the finished product:
On a side note:
When I was helping with a food shoot, we did things like painting partially cooked chickens with strong coffee, so they look perfectly cooked. -Then I would drink what was left.
We also put marbles in the soup so it looked thick and creamy.
If you look closely at the TV ads you’ll notice that the soup bowls are brilliant white and very shallow. This gives the same effect as using marbles.
About noon a bunch these guys showed up.
As soon as they got out of their cars they had their hands on their weapons, then they started an apartment by apartment search with weapons drawn.
They even checked and then rechecked for loose plywood sheets covering the doors and windows on the unoccupied apartments.
According to the officer I spoke to, these three kids were robbed by a younger black man. –And judging by the number of cops and the drawn weapons I assume he was armed.
Here the officer was pulling the paperwork out of the back of his SUV.
It seems to me that there’s something out of whack when you need to carry so much stuff that you keep it in a bunch of storage containers.
Such is life. — Welcome to the neighborhood.