The day I jumped into the wide river of conformity

To Blog, or not to Blog - that is the question (for any supposedly hip and savvy net monkey anyway). Must I bow to peer pressure? Wait, one friend asking me to read their blog once or twice wasn't quite like a gun to the head, but it's the feeling of being left 'behind' - that everyone else is doing something really cool and by the time you decide to join the fray something else really cool will have come along to replace it and you'll be that kid in school again who finally got that new pair of tennis shoes - the ones all the COOL kids wore - a week after all of the COOL kids threw theirs out for the latest footware 'upgrade'. Fine. I'm blogging dammit.

So what's up today? Worked on a few graphics projects and completed a photo shoot with one of our models. We'll call her 'P'. P has been working out, tanning and generally preparing herself to slay men everywhere with a new bod. You go girl! I'm so proud I might just shed a tear or two... It also for the three thousandth time makes me wonder where I get my clinical approach to photography. Show me a pretty girl walking down the street and I'm pulling a Mask style hound face (but it's real subtle you know - I know how to be DisCreEt) - put a camera in my hand in front of a pretty girl and I'm Dr. Serious Puss. Eh, I give what little credit I can to memories of my father at work. He had TALENT and when he was using said TALENT it was something to just sit back and watch him work. The man was in another world. Yeah, it's something like that. (and I grin to myself)

That's it. Off to find the bunny...