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i mean, don't let me beat around the bush. gotta push this puppy through as soon as possible. now is possible. push it. i've become obsessed. i've been obsessed, now i've become obsessed with polaroid self portraiture. i never realized. call it my cyst phase. though my rack is not nearly so... this will precede a painting phase. i can smell it. the air is thick. public access movies have naked women portrayed on cards thick. i have no wish to specialize. art is my ultimate womanity: when i get too close to something, i move to something else. when i get to familiar, i drop off and blow into something new with amature antigrace. i've recently taken up drinking again. not for any need. i enjoy it and am able to pull it off. better and better. i've noticed that i got back into it quickly. i'm better than ever. and without the weed it just brings me higher and higher. alcohol and caffine. the need for sleep remains but the desire to lessens. i secretly desire to be one of those non-sleeping artist types. oo. what a sicko. the oddest things surface when you write with(out) thought. i average 5 hours these days/nights. more because of extranate reasons than any conscious choice of my own. my temper. no dope no sleep. my temper is whetted to a razor thin edge. i explode. i've never been one to explode. i see it happening from two feet behind my brain. ocular transmutation. i rage out of control. it could almost be enjoyable except for the results. i could make myself lonely quickly. nearly did, i guess. though that was before. before i started my patterns. now she's back, and though i nearly wrote her off i'm still working on making this thing. engagement is odd. odd odd. an investment in hell, i'd almost have to say. throw it down and all the fears of both parties joins the fray. she's good, A. is. she gives me the doe eye stare when the lower brain takes hold. the cells i share with the reptile. i catch myself rapidly, usually. she blinks. i apologize almost instantly. often throw in a "why do you make me so angry" just to keep the cliche going. it makes the sex better. it's autumn. the testosterone is up. plus the ovulation. i'm linked well, cyclical with the 28. oy vey. the sheriff is visiting nextdoor. bad mountain methheads. |
wow. there you are! you've returned. i was wondering what happened to you, mate. |
So, how are the poloroids and the reluctant bride progressing? |
sometimes i just stop because i think what i say is more important if people ask questions. mostly they don't. |
But I don't understand Nate enough to ask any questions that would turn me into an asshole and him into an asshole-tom beater. |
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i could have vouched for the polaroid self portrait, drinks nightly, 5 hour sleeping, rage spawned fucking...a long time ago....i've been on that train for a year or two....... sustain delay sustain delay sustain delay you need a new waaaa pedal? |
listening is not important in a relationship. accepting that you're always wrong is the key. |
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I pretended to look shocked but handed them over reluctlantly. Nate...check out those little sticker Polaroid cameras. They take really nice mini-shots...sweet to make a collage out of. And maybe yer right kiddo. Maybe that's what I'm missing. Cuz I'm never wrong. |
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i likededed it. |
Are you going to post the better poloroid specimens? |
it's still a kickass camera...it looks pretty darn cool, has a matching case and a bunch of accessories...but no flashbulbs. dang. where can i get supplies? |
However, i need to know what model you have, if its too old, it may take th eold syle roll film which is not available. however, if it takes the cartidge style film, you are in good. gimme details. |
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it's about 11" long, 5" high, and 2" wide (i'm guessing here). i don't have an instruction booklet, but there's a card pasted to the back with directions. i have to open the front to get at the camera itself. the apparatus expands out, and the shutter cover is labeled "110a". when i open it, there's a bunch of camera gobbledygook that i recognise from my mom's old camera that she had about four different lenses for. inside the back are a couple of spools, i'm assuming these hold the film in place. there are several insriptions here, including "poloroid land camera", "poloroid corporation, cambridge mass.", "made in usa" and "patented no's. 2,435,717; 2,435,720; 2,455,111; d-152,229; 2,504,312; 2,531,936; 2,538,511; 2,543,159 and others." i think that's all i can say about it right now (i don't know if there's any other info to be found), but i need to go to class right about now. |
http://members.aol.com/apanphotog/polaroid110 http://cgi.ebay.com/aw-cgi/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=449645763 if so, i think you are out of luck, these appear to take roll film. there are converters kits. look for "Polaroid 110" on ebay. Otherwise oldschool polaroids that take modern film can be purchased on ebay for as cheap as $15. |
yikes. oh well. |
one of the partiuclar models I am after is this one: The Swinger Model they are super cheapo on ebay and there is little than can go worng with them..LOTS OF FUN! |
i'd love to get a camera that's completely manual that i can change the lenses on. then learn how to develop film. but i must concentrate on my studies and my job instead. maybe i could find one during winter break... |
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i want a lomo. and a digital camera. |
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You can turn the flash ones into low-grade tazers. Zap the holy hell out of a close friend for laughs. Get that capacitor good and charged, then just hand the camera guts to someone. |
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worth a shot. |
I used to have a huge box full of AA batteries from flash cameras. If you go to a Wal Mart and ask the film developer people just right, they'll give you an assload of mostly-charged AA batteries that they rip outa those cameras. Lots of people never even figure out how to use the flashes on those suckers anyhow. The batteries are cool. All different colors, lots of them have no english or even roman characters on them. Japanese mostly. |
hrm. no I'm thinking 'bout flash-bombs. Heh. I know nothing about electricity and wires. They tried to teach me, but the transplant wouldn't take. When I was about ten, I took a blender apart, and inside was this huge ball of wire, wrapped really tightly around a metal framework, with the ends of the wires going out to the motor that spun the blades of the blender. I took the blades off, stuck the motor onto the frame, put some toys on it, and cut & spliced a power cord straight into the big ball-o-wire, then plugged it in. I think I thought the toys would go spinning around, but I almost burned the house down, instead. The whole thing just exploded. it was great. I think that's one of the only memories I have of being ten. </ramble> |