Hair vs Photography
Ahh photography, the one thing I think I'm genuinely half decent at, the art of writing a thousand words in half a millisecond (although English teachers don't understand this so don't try to hand a picture in as an essay, trust me), a past time enjoyed by millions. However, this activity has a natural sworn enemy. Hair. More especially long hair.
Hair is vain. No two ways about it. If there is a picture to be taken it will some how find its way into that picture and stay there no matter what. It doesn't matter if you're facing the wind, it'll crawl its way round your head and slide its way into view. Get your pictures developed, it'll be there.
Due to my penniless unemployed long haired student status, developing photos will result in Boots sending the boys round, so I have to resort to the cheap-expensive man's digital camera. If you've been living in a cave lately these things allow you to preview your illuminated masterpiece before saving it and ultimately uploading it to your computer where according to the box you can "send your pictures to your friends and family using our exclusive software" (which has more bugs than a hobo). This preview function absolutely obliterates the battery though. Trying to tie your hair back before the camera runs out of a juice is a challenge as the hair some how manages to jump out of it's bindings to jump into the picture just as you're pressing the button. If any of you are thinking at this moment "why don't you get your hair cut" Trevor will show you the door.
So you finally manage to tame the hair by strapping a roll of film onto the back of your head and you're ready to take that once in a life time picture and the screen turns black with the words "Change battery pack" in economy white at the bottom of it. Not even a 'please', how rude.
Keep snapping
Nitey nite
Hair is vain. No two ways about it. If there is a picture to be taken it will some how find its way into that picture and stay there no matter what. It doesn't matter if you're facing the wind, it'll crawl its way round your head and slide its way into view. Get your pictures developed, it'll be there.
Due to my penniless unemployed long haired student status, developing photos will result in Boots sending the boys round, so I have to resort to the cheap-expensive man's digital camera. If you've been living in a cave lately these things allow you to preview your illuminated masterpiece before saving it and ultimately uploading it to your computer where according to the box you can "send your pictures to your friends and family using our exclusive software" (which has more bugs than a hobo). This preview function absolutely obliterates the battery though. Trying to tie your hair back before the camera runs out of a juice is a challenge as the hair some how manages to jump out of it's bindings to jump into the picture just as you're pressing the button. If any of you are thinking at this moment "why don't you get your hair cut" Trevor will show you the door.
So you finally manage to tame the hair by strapping a roll of film onto the back of your head and you're ready to take that once in a life time picture and the screen turns black with the words "Change battery pack" in economy white at the bottom of it. Not even a 'please', how rude.
Keep snapping
Nitey nite
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