I should be better at updating.

I’m going to start working hard at being a portrait photographer instead of just a useless dilettante. I’m going to get more work in my portfolio and start whoring myself out (as a photographer!) on craigslist and all of the other sites, and then I’m going to upgrade to a Macbook and a 5D and L-series lenses. Yeah. That’s my plan.

At least this plan feels at least moderately achievable. I’ve had so many other grand plans in the past that I feel a little dumb announcing this one publicly. I have a history of failure. Epic failure. Failure of grand proportion. But, I really think I can do it this time. God knows, I can’t just sit here thinking about it all the time.

This past weekend I went to a nerdfest in Anaheim and was lucky enough to get to take some photos of my pal Steph. Would you like to see them? Here they are. Not particularly inspired and my background is completely blown out, but for my first non-Greyson portraits I’m pretty pleased with the turnout. As I get more familiar with my camera and particularly my flash, I should see some real improvement and I’m very excited about that. Anyway.

I’ll try to keep a bit more updated.

Those who know me will hardly be shocked by the news that I have perhaps lost my intoxication with Wii Fit. And with Wii Sports. Shortly before we purchased it W was telling me how a study showed that  Wii owners play a game an average of 9 times. I like to think that my subconscious had something to do with the fact that I used Wii Fit with dedication for exactly 9 days. I’ll get back to it, it’s just that we bought MarioKart, and then Guitar Hero III, and any self-respecting slacker can inform you that having fun while being lazy trumps actively breaking a sweat, any day. (note: breaking a sweat due to household temperature does not count, and I say that because I did try to justify to myself that sweating while jamming on my fake guitar totally counts as aerobic exercise.)

Truly, my lack of discipline is embarrassing and I promise you I am appropriately ashamed of myself.

I’m curious about the scorn people seem to have for ‘bloggers’ right now. Oh, I’m sure it’s always been there, but it seems to be the soup du jour. Not all people who blog are pompous pricks, though I will admit that I almost said ‘I find myself curious’ which is like a guaranteed ticket to douchebaggery. Anyway, I want to blame it on Myspace because Rupert Murdoch owns it and because I’m harboring blanket hate for teenagers today, but I can’t even do that because I genuinely don’t understand what’s wrong with people writing. Good, bad, about Sarah Jessica Parker’s missing mole or Barack Obama getting rid of nukes, it’s still an intellectual pursuit at heart and I can’t help but think that can’t be anything but a positive thing. Especially for those Myspace teenagers.

As parents – as a nation – we are so focused on the physical health and fitness of the upcoming generations that I am a little nervous we aren’t focusing enough on their tiny little developing brains. Being athletic and eating your veggies is important and all, but to me it seems like being a little overweight would be preferable to being an idiot. I’m not talking about just uneducated, because you can be plenty smart without a degree or diploma, I’m talking dumb as a stack of bricks because no one could be bothered to instill the importance of knowledge in between playdates and soccer practice.

I’m overreacting and I know it, and I know that when I was 15 I had stupid conversations and did stupid things, but I was pursuing experience because I knew experience begets knowledge and knowledge is the secret to world domination. That’s definitely one secret I’ll share with my kid.

I’ve had a blog on Livejournal for many years now and so every time I try to host one of my own I feel like I’m cheating on it. Which, honestly, is stupid and I’m OK with admitting it. I’m OK with most things, which is a surprisingly frustrating state of being.

Blog is such an ugly word. It sounds like some kind of anaphylactic byproduct. Or something my dog might cough up on the carpet. Anyway.

The sun is setting orange and red over the Oquirrh mountains tonight and it’s beautiful. I’d take a picture but, well, I stole batteries out of my flash to power my laptop mouse. Sometimes you have to make those kinds of difficult decisions in your life when you’re lazy and Costco is a 10 minute drive away. AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME NOT GET MY BATTERIES AT COSTCO!