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Writing, photography, geek life

Last Build Date: Thu, 08 Feb 2018 03:26:25 +0000


Shooting with smoke bombs — what I learned shooting a couple dozen models in a junkyard

Thu, 08 Feb 2018 03:25:17 +0000

Ever wanted to try one of those cool smoke bomb shots, with thick, bright smoke in sculpted curves floating around fashion models? I’d never tried one but I’ve seen quite a few that amzed and delighted me, so when our local photography group planned a smoke bomb shoot at a secluded junkyard I was there early with a bag full of smoke grenades and a couple of poses I knew I wanted to get. This is what I learned. MECHANICS 1. Smoke bombs are fun. You want the Enola Gaye WP40 smoke grenades. “WP” stands for “wire pull,” there’s a ring at one end you yank to the side to get it started. They get about as hot as a hand warmer while they’re firing and are reasonably comfortable to hold, especially if you wear gloves. You can buy them online or at local paintball places. 2. Smoke bombs are expensive. They average $7 a pop, they last 60-90 seconds, and the first and last 10 seconds or so will not be very photogenic. And, as with every firework kind of thing, some of them will be duds. Out of the 16 I shot with, two refused to fire. 3. […]

Story: “Firewater”

Tue, 01 Aug 2017 01:49:27 +0000

When I turned the tap, fire shot out.

Story: “Slick”

Sun, 30 Jul 2017 00:48:12 +0000

Oil floats on water. It's true.

Old man shakes fist at ball

Fri, 16 Jun 2017 02:47:42 +0000

I don’t know why it occurred to me during my drive home – other than that my brain actively seeks for anything at all to concern itself with besides the business of safely driving — but I have not seen a Nerf ball in decades. An actual Nerf ball. The thing they built their company on. Not a Nerf football, not a Nerf soccer ball, not the Nerf Smashball or Nerfoop plasticy basketball thing, which are the only Nerf balls listed on Hasbro’s website. The original little grapefruit-sized foam ball that was the only thing Nerf meant when I was a kid. What the hell, Nerf? Have you no respect for your own history? (You can find foam balls, certainly, cheap knockoff things that don’t approach the firm masterpieces of hurlable foam that Nerf produced by the bazillions. And you can find them on eBay but I don’t really want to spend 90 bucks on a foam ball.) Now I want a Nerf ball.

Story: “Laundry Tips”

Thu, 23 Feb 2017 03:30:40 +0000

Remember, sort your clothes before you go to the laundromat. It's more efficient and more polite.

Story: “Burning Bright”

Tue, 21 Feb 2017 01:52:44 +0000

Tigers are truly majestic beasts. They are beautiful. Primal.

Story: “Come One, Come All”

Mon, 20 Feb 2017 03:15:49 +0000

Stephen King aside, not every circus hides a serial killer.

Bearded musings

Sat, 18 Feb 2017 03:11:51 +0000

I don't have any real plans for my beard. I just decided, one day, to let it go and see what happened.

Story: “Oh. God.”

Tue, 14 Feb 2017 01:24:17 +0000

My god is not a jealous god.

Story: “Misplaced”

Mon, 13 Feb 2017 04:31:51 +0000

I think I may possibly have lost my mind. Seriously, it was *just here* a second ago. I had it… and now it’s gone. This is starting to become a problem. I lost my nerve last week. I tore the house apart, hunting for it, no luck. Then I lost my peace of mind. I was out with a friend, I set it down when lunch arrived, you know how it is. I called the restaurant later but all they had behind the counter were a box of various phone chargers and a Jacksonville Jags ball cap. I took the cap anyway. When I left work yesterday, I lost my bearings. Had ’em one minute, the next I was all over the place. I argued with the GPS lady all the way home but it turned out she was right, and I apologized. Over the last month or so I’ve lost my self-respect, my train of thought, my temper, my hair, my faith and my voice. I haven’t seen my marbles in *years*. And now I’ve gone through every drawer in the house looking for my mind. It’s gone. If I had thought about it, I would have put one […]