I got a Flickr mail this week saying Getty has picked 17 of your photos for their collection. Most of those they picked were at least 5 years old. What did they do, go one by one through 5,300 photos and 7 years?
There were a few popular ones including Toby the beer drinking cat (I had to decline that one because of its previous commitment), Jillian’s first birthday which was featured on a bag of coffee, and fried egg on green plate which was Utata Front Page and earned me $25 Blick gift card after winning honorable mention at CLC’s member show.
The ones that are scratching my head are the multicolored streamers and toothpicks. And I wonder if they know that there is a baby cow coming out of that cow in the background of the cow picture? Whatever, if any of those can make me some moolah, all the merrier.
After posting about the Getty thing on Facebook, a friend who works for a frame company emailed me that they might be interested in some of my fine art. We will see if anything comes out of that. Probably not, I have no idea what I would charge if it comes down to that.
Not sure why I titled this post with magnetic business cards. Sure I just made a few with my new magnetic laminating machine but not really a big deal.
Yesterday we went out to Barnes and Nobel (proceeded by eating out at Red Robin). Hollace had a GC to spend and some manga to fill her bookcase with. We all went our separate ways. I seen Stephen Colbert’s book and then remembered I had some gift money myself to spend so I bought it and a book on photo craft and cookbook. Even RAW came home with a book on boats or something or other.
Speaking of RAW, poor guy, I just won’t cut him a break. He can’t do anything right and everything he does is bugging the shit out of me. It all started (well it really has been going on for a while) when he was looking for a new toothbrush and picked the one in storage that is so different that it is always mine. I am still pissed about this. I can only get this unique toothbrush in November during the work benefit’s fair at the dental insurance table. This year I finally had the forethought to pick up an extra and that idiot just used it! I am now convinced that he is clueless and doesn’t notice detail. Like the fact he keeps calling Verizon, Horizon. Really? And that he calls Vitamin D, Calcium. When filling the butter dish, he grabbed the unsalted stick I was saving for our next batch of Brioche, which is different then the regular stick–never noticed. I know, I know, get over it bitch. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.
I picked me up a beautiful and clean Polaroid SX-70 on Amazon.com. It worked but the Impossible film I had didn’t (I knowingly bought their bad packs for a discount). With the film, normally, you have to keep light from it the first minute. But I never would do that. I finally bought a frog tongue that would help with that but right before I put it on the camera broke. It just whirrs and whirrs until I take the film out. A quick internet search found my problem and fix. Very common problem for these 30 year old problems. In order to fix it I have to rip off the bottom leather skin which was bumming me out since it was in good shape. I eventually found a guy out of Japan who sells new skins for a reasonable price (I am getting red cowhide) so now I am waiting on that.
My weekend is wrapping up and I am sad because I always overextend my to-do list and feel unachieved. I did clean off my desk and am about to update my password list so that might make me feel better. Tonight is Oscar night.