… and my boss is totally unlikely to appreciate it.
So, I finished ANE on time, at about 5pm. Unfortunately, there was still approximately five. hours. of work. to do on AN. So after a couple, I sent Dale home and plugged away on the computer to the tune of my laptop music, which worked out fine… until I went to submit the final overly-complicated set of tables and data.
You see, someone decided our internet connection was going to get a major increase in bandwidth. On friday night. At 9pm. And didn’t warn us via email ahead of time. So there I sit, watching all of my internet-based softwares just… die. After stepping downstairs and having the only dude there respond to my “how long will it be down?” with a shrug and a “it’s 9 pm on a friday”, I said “fuck it, I’m going to a martini bar and doing this TOMORROW. Of course, it was 10 by the time I got out of there after emailing and copying to my laptop all important files so I dont.have.to.go.back.in.
I met up with the girls’n’scott in Monroe, where Todd was conspicuously absent, but cleavage shots abounded. Honestly, Sarah Kate’s lovely cleavage was probably the least-photographed of the bunch (of course, her cleavage isn’t leaving for New Orleans in a week). If I post pictures of other girls’ cleavage, will I receive less protests, or are my friends turning prudish in their old age? *smirk*
Meanwhile, it’s morning, I’m up…. I think I need pancakes on my flat griddle pan. :) It’s messy, but tasty.
Who the hell is protesting shots of anyone’s cleavage? Are they daft? Some of the “special people”?? Republicans???
That’d be me.
There are other interesting things at gatherings of people than boobs.
Well I agree that there are other interesting things too… but let’s not diss the boobs. No need to go all crazy. :-)
I’ll amend: are they daft, special, Republican… or just Skippy?
Honestly, despite my well-publicized appreciation of them, I really just find them (and our attitudes about them) entertaining. As I posted not too long ago, -most- of the time, I don’t find them to be all that sexual when not in a sexual context.
Our communities are unusually open about their bodies and what they do with them. I was trying to be “tongue-in-cheek” regarding your and your wife’s protest regarding my photography, because it’s a bit easier than engaging in the difficult dialogue of whether or not it would be acceptable photography if I had put it in another context, such as if I said I was working on an art project, instead of making “witty” comments. Yes, I put witty in quotes, my sense of humor isn’t always funny. *grin* Or if I had a different model. Both of you have seen my photography of Diana, and did not protest at that time. My fascination with the body is obvious, but it doesn’t disappear outside the “lab” of a photo studio.
Anyway, I am certain that, should I post pictures that involve copious amounts of cleavage (and kendra’s revelation is no less than copious), I will put it under an lj-cut out of respect for you. I would hope that you would respect me enough to appreciate that, and that you know me well enough to note that I take rolls and rolls of your average gathering pictures as well as a few shots when someone offers up their cleavage to my camera.
I wasn’t there…since when am I not included in “the girls”?
Just for that, I’m going to reconsider letting you take a picture of my 44DDs. ;)
Well, if I were to only be able to use “the girls” when -all- the girls I know are there, I would never be be able to say it, now would I? :)
Since they’re MY boobs, I give you my wholehearted permission to post the pics!
I, personally, LOVE cleavage. Shoot…I just love people and their bodies in any way they come. :)
I love pancakes too! Martinis though…I’ll pass. I had one once; maybe it was just the olive taste in it that turned me off. dunno.