"There's no such thing as weaker sex, when you're a cop."

It's official, I am psyched for my video production class this fall. It's going to be nights and weekends, but I don't really care. I get to edit videos, which means I get to make movies. Movies = Porn. Porn = Funny. Funny = ?

So, I like photojournalism and telling stories through photos. Some people take pictures of symmetry, others just use interesting angles to make the picture more dramatic, but my technique is what you include in the photo. This could be some selective cropping, hidden magical/funny items and a weird depth of field.

I have an idea. It might be crazy, but I think it is sweet. I give credit to Josh and Brent for helping me think of this awesomeness that I am about to reveal to you. For those who don't know, my dancing abilities are... limited. SO, I was contemplating the grace, elegance and comedic value of power poses. You know what I'm talking about. It's like interpretive dance meets lazy cheerleading... In public!

Example:

Imagine the chaos! One guy out of a crowd doing a power pose... I just think it would be sweet to see like crouching mantis pose mixed in with some team spirit, ya know? Like, I see these being good pictures from far away and up close. IT'S LIKE WHERE'S WALDO! Except a little more real--just a little bit.

Did I mention I feel like there are too many things distracting me in Seattle? Eh.

And I want to do more googly art... Just 'cos.

SNOOK DIED BY THE WAY! He only lasted a week! Man, I got death on my hands and I can't shake it off. Whatever he was the dumb ass who drowned himself. Yep! My black-goldfish swam under the rocks and couldn't get out. Ha.