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blow-through


Our typical low-key Wednesday night was spiced up by a spur of the moment call from our long-lost pet-power-dyke, Shameless.

She had moved to New Jersey eight months ago but now is mid-move to Texas… St. Louis is between the two – and she called to ask if she could crash at our place.

Once she got over the shock from the changes….. Chad’s beard… Kevin’s beard…. My 80’s hair… The lack of ashtrays in the house… etc… – we got down to the business of catching up.

We huddled around her iBook and watched the slideshow unfold along with Shameless’ signature animated narration.

We saw photos of New Jersey and of men’s butts from the leather-guy eat-me-beat-me events she attended all over the east coast.

She blew outa here this morning as quickly as she blew in last night.

We wish her a safe journey…

I wish you’d stop thinking this was a blog.

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euro-trash


workin at the car wash

We lived for so many years in the city that I sometimes forget we have a driveway and hose. Not yesterday though. The car was getting scuzzy and needed a bath, inside and out.

Shameless came by to do her’s too. (Bearing gifts of Armor-Allâ„¢ and RainXâ„¢).

We lost a hubcap on our trip to Cincinnati – and at some point chrisglass mentioned that in Europe, they don’t use them.

So… Choosing between buying groceries or coughing up the $80 it would take to buy a replacement cap… I took them all off.. It doesn’t look bad – actually the simplicity is nice. I guess the American Automotive Aesthetic would declare this hooptie or white-trash.. I’ll opt for Euro-trash.. ok? – Besides.. it’s just a car.shameless and Betty

My scarce but adored old friend dating back to High School – Mike, (a.k.a. “Betty”) came by for a visit while we labored on the cars. I’ve been babysitting his keg-meister for the last two years.. Through gentle tele-nagging – he’s come to retrieve it…

We took regular breaks from the sun and ran under the carport and chatted the afternoon away.

devcubber came by later that evening to borrow some paint stripper and our heat gun.. (and to enjoy cookies and gab).

So I guess it was a textbook Saturday… Nothing to blog about.

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wake up monkey

my new toy,… TOOL

After years of looking over my shoulder pecking at my various Macs, our pet-power-dyke, shameless_157, has decided to join the cult. She… Like I… Like I bet a lot of people these days – are taking some proactive steps to change their life.

Part of her re-structuring plan, Shameless has decided to pursue learning something she’s always been interested in… Photography. To make these steps, she’s going to enroll in the local community college, has bought her first mac, and purchased my Digital Camera.

She bought my old Sony at an inflated rate… “In exchange for some Photo 101″ tutoring. It sounds perfectly legitimate even-though payment for such services aren’t necessary.. The real reason behind her inflated offer is unspoken, understood and deeply appreciated on my behalf: To help me get into the new Cyber-Shot®-Pro with minimal investment. It’s basically my old camera on steroids. Fast response, Zeis optics, and 8 mega pixels of – WOW.

I made a promise back on a sad day in 1999 when Kevin and I hawked my old Nikon F4 for survival cash that I would once again return to photography when digital came of age. From what I can tell so far from getting aquatinted with this new rig is… it (digital) has indeed caught up with film.

As excited as I am about the new camera – I’m also excited for Shameless… I remember clearly when I discovered photography… It was 1990. I was an English major freshman at Westminster College with intentions of going onto Journalism School at Mizzou. My dorm roommate was a yearbook / newspaper geek at his old high school. Around that time I saw some of Herb Ritz’s work and was fascinated.

Shameless with MacBook

My roommate took me around on campus with his 35mm camera and we took some photos. We then went to the college’s newspaper darkroom where he showed me how to process film and I made my fist print.

That moment when my first print appeared in the developer tray is when my life-path permanently changed. I would later leave Westminster college, return to St. Louis and enroll at Webster University as a Media and Photo Major.

Of course I need to pick up some more gear if I’m going to really grab the discipline by the balls… but I’ve got some little hack work I can go after to help finance acquiring some lighting gear. More on that later…

Been sleeping a lot lately… My brain’s way of dealing with stress…

I wonder just how long I have been “sleeping”…

I wonder why I’m feeling like I’m just now starting to wake up.

I wonder why I’m not-blogging about this.

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slumber party

Breakfast with Bandwidth

Saturday was our pet power-dyke’s, shameless_157, birthday. Her only request for her special day was to come over and hang out and have a sleep over.

The need-machine of course had to take center-stage at all times, but it was a nice evening anyway. The bulk of the evening was spent shooting the shit and playing our now completely distorted version of UNO which takes hours to complete one hand.

Shameless is like hanging out with one of the guys. It’s what we like the most about her. Her Jersy upbringing makes makes her sorta like the talkative “cousin Vinny” I never had. Weather it’s a wild story from her past or recounts from the previous weekend – we’re generally always kept on the edge of our seat.

She’s big into the leather community and recently finished her tour as Heart of America Leather Woman. (A sash title of some sort which to our limited knowlege of the scene basically meant to us that she’s the “Biggest, Badest Leather Lesbo in these here parts”.

She showed us the program from the step-down cerimony and her credits page… There, tucked into what had to be the longest run-on sentence in history, between names with titles like, “Pup, Boy, Master, Pig, etc) was “to The Corbetts, For helping me plan the takeover of the free worldand various other subversive activities”

I got a little schmoopy… We’re not “leather people” – in fact – We vaguely understand the fetish. We’re just three boring suburban guys who think a fun night is sitting around talking and playing card games.

To mention us in this program which is something that is very important to her was flattering.

To want celebrate her birthday with us is flattering.

Proof that fetish sub-culture folks don’t always entirely surround themselves with like-kind…

We could give two shits that she’s the ex-reigning Eat-Me-Beat-Me babe of the Midwest. But we acknowledge and respect it’s important to her.

She could give two shits that we’re three nesting hairy guys in a suburban ranch. But she acknowledges and respects that we’re happy.

I could give two shits about this blog thing… But I acknowledge and respect that I’m doing it anyway and in complete denial that I love doing it.