hi everyone, have seen (and deleted, oops) a couple of requests for tigermilk tapes and I think they both might have been people living in the u.s., just want to let anyone who needs it know that I'm still up for dubbage on this side of the world, just e-mail me privately at home (plb@tiac.net). so far, have mailed about 15 tapes out and among some interesting trades have gotten some stellar recipes and an amazing gun that shoots little plastic discs the length of my house. that thing pointed in the wrong direction, well, you know. also, mark said: >So why is everyone sharing pictures that are crap! They're either >blurred, too wet, feet only, wrong type of film - don't think I've >seen a thumb over the lens yet but I'm sure it's coming! >When I take pictures in real life, if any of the above happen, I tend >to not put them on display in my photo album but hide them away >somewhere. sorry, must beg to differ here. not that I'm organized enough to actually put my photos in an album (one day!), but I've got scads of them in boxes, drawers, laying around in piles, I've been buying old photos from estate sales and flea markets and stealing them from my relatives for years (that's what they get for leaving them around in boxes and drawers!), and the very best ones are the ones that are unfocused, unposed, thumb over the lens, shadow of the person taking it in the picture, etc.etc....you can tell so much about people when they are snapped unprepared/unposed, and my own pictures mean more to me if I remember that it's blurry because I was laughing too hard to keep the camera still or I was really plastered which will forevermore remind me of something someone told me that night under confidence of drunkness, or I took it too soon because someone was about to walk out of the frame, etc. etc. everything's got a story, and I'm less able to remember it/imagine it if there's nothing from a photo suggesting it. photos that I take myself (almost always with a polaroid because I don't ever seem to get around to developing the film otherwise) are documents to aid my crap memory. if someone picks up a pile of polaroids on my coffee table, say, from last weekend in new york when belle and sebastian stopped my heart repeatedly (no pictures of that, I'm afraid), I'd rather have to tell them the story of every photo, have them ask me why keith d'arcy is in the way background of a pierogie restaurant at one a.m. making that motion like he's playing a kuzoo, an entourage of chucklers being subjected to stories from his list of anecdotes (an actual list, I saw it), or whatever, than have them look through the pile and say, oh, people I don't know who are staring at the camera. I take those, too, but I'm not embarrassed to have people see the others. or maybe that's all just a rationalization for my inability to take a good picture but spend so much damn money on polaroid film anyway... cheers, pam pberry@washcp.com ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net -----------------------------------------------------------------------