INTENSITY²
Start here => Free For ALL => Topic started by: enronh on July 27, 2008, 12:49:10 PM
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does exactly what it says on the tin: nothing
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Nil.
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Thats right!
zilch
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nada
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jack shit
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jack shit
yes, but
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Nihil.
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Zip
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This thread could be about something. But it is not
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Vanitas vanitatum.
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Zero, zip, zilch, the big goose egg.....
The average WP mod intelligence.
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Bugger all.
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The sum of the political intelligence of the US.
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Fuck all.
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Divide by zero error :headexplode: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Now THAT'S nothing.
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Divide by zero error :headexplode: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Now THAT'S nothing.
No, it's everything.
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^ You last two have contributed diddly squat to this thread
Good Job!
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Void.
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Why is Dick Cheney so fat?
Men of secret societies hide their secrets.
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This is someones grandma
first Google image result for "Grandma"
(http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n49/herblady28/grandma88.jpg)
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This thread is about something. It is about nothing, which is something. 'Nothing' in this thread is the subject of this thread which is certainly something however vague. So this thread is not about nothing but rather about something which is 'Nothing'. Something, of course, can not be nothing, however it is in regards to this thread ;D
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I wish I could begin to tell you how many of these pisc I have crumplled into watstewhile trying to dell them to thier prggrrogeny.
I am ashaned
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*posts in the thread about nothing*
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*wonders how one sells pics to their progeny*
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there is no bread, there is no butter and there is no cucumber
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*wonders how one sells pics to their progeny*
No, no, no ...
The progeny are the ones who pressed the elder into having pics made, in the first place.
I have destroyed pics of an elder, following a company protocol, in order to influence a buying decision in the progenic extensions of said elder. It was a job I hated and I only worked for that company for four months before I began to systematically destroy expensive things which they used to do this. (imagine how fucked up it could be to put your pubic hairs (or any random filth) into the lenses of the fancy cameras they used. Every portrait taken with that camera system would have to be re-taken, because of phantom imagery captured during the photo session. I did that about forty times. I have no idea if anyone ever figured it out. I just knew that if I sabotaged the processs the company would mysteriously suffer in any geographical area where I had worked.) I felt that a turn-around was overdue.
You cunt, I cunt!!
I lost though. I had to distance myself from this to save my sanity. Elsewise, I might have fucked them up, in public, except for my weaknessses.
The company is long gone, out-of-business. I am probably not the only one who worked for them and tried to fuck them over in various ways!
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Ah, that makes a lot more sense.
And is not to mention interesting. I've developed a new fascination with techniques used for working against systems.
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*wonders how one sells pics to their progeny*
No, no, no ...
The progeny are the ones who pressed the elder into having pics made, in the first place.
I have destroyed pics of an elder, following a company protocol, in order to influence a buying decision in the progenic extensions of said elder. It was a job I hated and I only worked for that company for four months before I began to systematically destroy expensive things which they used to do this. (imagine how fucked up it could be to put your pubic hairs (or any random filth) into the lenses of the fancy cameras they used. Every portrait taken with that camera system would have to be re-taken, because of phantom imagery captured during the photo session. I did that about forty times. I have no idea if anyone ever figured it out. I just knew that if I sabotaged the processs the company would mysteriously suffer in any geographical area where I had worked.) I felt that a turn-around was overdue.
You cunt, I cunt!!
I lost though. I had to distance myself from this to save my sanity. Elsewise, I might have fucked them up, in public, except for my weaknessses.
The company is long gone, out-of-business. I am probably not the only one who worked for them and tried to fuck them over in various ways!
How would destroying an elder's picture influence their children or grandchildren to buy more pictures?
I remember a photographer at Olan Mills said something negative to my mother once when I wanted her to have her picture taken and he really ticked me off doing that. He wanted to take a ton of pictures of me and none of her.
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Same bullshit. We made the portraits "on spec" (speculation) and when the potential customer did not want to buy them at first, we were instructed to crumple the rejected portraits up in front of the customer and then the customer would presumably want to "save" the others by buying them.
It just felt dirty to me. I could not continue in that job.
I am a better portrait photographer than that. Even then, when I barely knew what I was doing, I could capture images that were not the norm and people usually liked them. I have always had an unusual eye for people's facials. I am able to look more deeply into people, without really being distracted by the outer facades, somehow. I have done some tear-jerking work over the years. In fact, it was mostly the emotional responses and even tears from loved ones that kept me going in that cut-throat business for as long as I stayed. If I could just do it my way, I would still be there, creating unusual, moving and emotionally engaging views of other people's loved ones, done very differently from what is normally seen in an Olan Mills studio portrait.
My view is not the regular view and I was often allowed freedom to explore this in my last job and, in fact challenged to be different, but change of management ended my position. I was offered a part time job, but no control. I had to leave.
The funny thing was that, in my last job, all four studios that I worked at (there were seven photographers, myself included, who knew a lot about photography, we all shared ideas, and three who were quite bland, but very consistent and nice to people), on a weekly basis, were quite profitable. It was the "underclass" school photography (a slightly different division) that was taking a beating by our competition. The new manager was a specialist in school photography and had no clues about in-home family, location, environmental or senior portrait work, but he was given carte blanche to re-work the territory in "his own image." None of the studios which did location work or environmental work had ""REAL"" full time (let alone salaried with benefits and profit sharing bonuses), photographers where he had come from, but he was allowed to do what ever he wanted because of his successes in the school areas. He got rid of ALL full time positions and hired school kids to work the studios on the premise that peers could do a better job of photographing young adults. The location shoots were of no concern to him at all, but family re-unions and parties were extremely profitable when photographed by someone who knew what to do.
GAAAHH!
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Depression, like I had never known, set in and took root around that time.
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It would be depressing to have a job that you really enjoyed become a living hell, but unfortunately that often happens when management changes.
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http://www.thefreedictionary.com/nothing (http://www.thefreedictionary.com/nothing)
Nuff said about nothing. Thought I bring this back on topic, lol.
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Cul De Sac
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(edited))He got rid of ALL full time positions and hired school kids to work the studios on the premise that peers could do a better job of photographing young adults. The location shoots were of no concern to him at all, but family re-unions and parties were extremely profitable when photographed by someone who knew what to do.
GAAAHH!
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Depression, like I had never known, set in and took root around that time.
I just learned by email, two minutes ago, that the guy (God's send to school photography companies, knew nothing about PEOPLE photography) has been replaced.
One of the old sign-maker/ sport team enlargement printers told me a couple of days ago. (the son of the friend of mine who died a bit ago, who aslo took over his dad's business as a second job) (fuck, did I really post all that shit?) I just checked that email address and I am laughing and crying.
Laughing, more, though.
I need to email him back, but I'll be fucked before I start another Dad Replacement relationship. I already have too many of those going against me as it iss. I don't know what to say to him
i barely know him
:'(
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Bored