The Third Dimension In Its Infancy
Below are examples of how early photographers attempted to bring the third dimension into a two-dimensional media. The original effect required placing two slightly shifted photographs beside one another and letting one’s eyes look “beyond” the images until the merged images refocused in your field of vision and depth “emerged” from the image. That effect can be captured with .gif images by creating an endless loop alternating between the two images.
Note: Early experimental forms of three-dimensional photography are not recommended for those susceptible to seizures, hallucinatory flashbacks and/or sudden paradigm shifts.
Gentlemen.
I have a new hobby… can you guess what it is?
The BF and I have been wasting lots of time together… we tend to go for a dual-pyro approach or the classic heavy/medic smackdown.
Bee Eff
So, as we laid in his bed in our underwear, him leaning against me as I laid curled-up on my side, I absentmindedly ran my fingers over his knee and looked off into the distance.
“I’m very bad with terminology”, I said.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’m so new to all this… I mean, I don’t know what to call this, what we’re doing. Are we dating? Is this a relationship? I don’t want to call it the wrong thing in describing it to my friends and family…”
“Well, I was operating under the assumption that you were my boyfriend until I heard otherwise.”
I smiled. “Good. I was also thinking of you as my boyfriend.”
Cue more smiles and cuddles.
Good News
-. Mom is home, as the test came back negative for MRSA; instead she just has a regular staph infection. She is now finishing up treatment in pill form rather than through an intravenous drip. Thank you all for your kind words and thoughts, they were a comfort to me.
-. New guy and I decided to play it cool and try to maintain a little distance between us. Therefore, I only spent 6 hours cuddling and having sex with him yesterday and reduced that to 4 hours of cuddle-sex today. This seems reasonable to me.
-. I’m playing my keyboard again. I’ve not played music in a very long time. Sort of feel like I’ve got my groove back.
Rock Star Boyfriend
In happier news, I’ve met a new guy. He meets a lot of the requirements:
- Likes the same music? Check.
- Is a musician himself? Check.
- Avid gamer? Check.
- Fond of D&D? The first time we spoke he told me about his drow brewmaster.
- Prefers cats to dogs? Check.
- Liberal? Check.
- Out? Check.
- Has a place of his own? Check.
- Cute? You betcha.
This one has promise, folks. Stay tuned…
MRSA
My mom’s been hospitalized. She has a MRSA infection. I’m sort of… in a daze.
UPDATE 11/20: Doctors are saying she could be hospitalized for up to 2 weeks, and that she will likely need a heart catheterization for the antibiotics. But the antibiotics they’ve given her so far do seem to be helping a little.
UPDATE 11/21: The main infection site is looking better but the inflamed area is spreading somewhat. No word on when she’ll get to come home. We have to wear gloves when we go to visit.
Because I Love Puns…
Baroque Obama
Untitled 11/18/2008
You can see it in her face
the way the weeping willows trace
…their way around the widow’s fading smile.
And you can hear the faintest sound
of hallowed vessels run aground
…as sextants unexpectant missed the isle.
With eager face she marked the time
’til he would see her fairer clime
…and hold her far less colder than before.
So hopeful by the rising sea
she waited there eternally
…in their little cabin by the shore.
(Rust and coral, silt and stone
Drowning nightmares all alone
Crashing waves, the fog and foam
Silence makes a murky home)
Time Was, Time Is, Time Shall Be No More
There is too much to do these days.
There are so many ways I could invest my time, I am not sure what the best things are for me to focus on right now. I feel like I need to be devoting some time and energy to the anti-Prop 8 efforts that are now spanning the country. There were large rallies yesterday in Raleigh and Nashville, and smaller rallies in other cities not far from here… I should be supporting those efforts somehow. I gave $50 to the “No on 8″ efforts before the election, but I don’t think donating money is enough anymore. For the sea change that is now required, actual effort on the ground is required–and that can be as simple as having a conversation with someone you know about the issue, and why it’s important. I need to set aside time for that.
I have an ever-widening circle of friends in real life, which is great–but the downside of this is that I have less time to share with everyone. Friends that I used to spend time with on a regular basis are now being somewhat neglected; I don’t like this. It is not because I do not like them any less or have any aversion to spending time with them–not the case at all–I simply do not have the time once I budget out my weekday evenings and my weekends for everything I want or need to do. Weekly get-togethers have slowly become once-a-month (or even less frequent) visits to get caught up with one another.
Plus, I have finally taken the big step and entered the local gay dating scene. Over the last month or so, I’ve been out with 3 guys, with varying degrees of “success”. I am enjoying myself enormously, because if nothing else, I am meeting a lot of interesting people and seeing firsthand that loneliness is not a life sentence. Also, it’s good to find that not everyone out there actually regards me as atrociously horrible to gaze upon, as I previously thought. Indeed, it’s rather nice to get compliments on my eyes (and on my ass). I am perhaps employing a bit too much time in this part of my life–causing me to skimp on the time I devote to other pursuits.
Then there are my “regular duties”–blogging, catching up on blogs, downloading porn from my favorite sites, evaluating that porn for quality purposes, listening to new music, staying up on housekeeping and personal finances, etc. Anymore, it’s only the real essential things that I manage to make time for. (I’ll let you guess as to what I consider “real essential things”). As the holidays approach, my time will be crunched even more, as I have regular holiday duties as well–particularly shopping, which I dread this year.
I feel as though I am too pressed for time to fully enjoy any of my interests; instead I am continuously shifting perspectives and mindsets to try to budget time for everything. An hour of “friends time”, an hour of “dating time”, an hour of “family time”… anymore I have to plan well in advance if I want to make sure that any of my priorities fit into my schedule. I hate living like that and I know something’s got to give… but I just don’t know how to prioritize and not come off as an asshole to those with whom I spend less time.
I Am Better
I am better now–thank you for your concern.
Well, better enough to have dinner and watch Little Britain with Blake and James.
And to then go to Luke’s apartment and play Rock Band 2 with him.
Oddly enough I enjoyed my time with “family” more than the time I spent with Luke. Hopefully I’m almost over my straight boy crush and can focus on beings of my own kind. It’s nice to not be alone anymore…
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