On Sunday I took a roll of pictures with it and tried a bunch of different settings and all. Some of the stuff worked very well. Other stuff... well, it wasn't quite as successful. I hope to scan some of the photos I take and add them to Art by Me [a section that doesn't exist anymore].

One last thing: I'm a "beginning photographer" interested in "photography." I do not "have a camera" or "take pictures." The difference? People who "have cameras" and "take pictures" are always saying "Oh, just let me grab my camera!" Then they make you stand in some uncomfortable position again to take this snapshot. Then when you see the photo it's really bad, totally uninteresting, and makes you look like a fool.

It was a great show.The sound system was pretty good, something I'm a little picky about. (I really don't enjoy going to the El 'n Gee because they have a terrible sound system.) Something else nice was the crowd--there were no jerks or moshers, everybody was just there groovin' to the music! I'd have to say this is probably the best concert I've been to.

Veruca Salt was the opening act. They were very good, I was impressed. It really surprised me that they didn't get the crowd moving more, though. Most people just sat through their set like they were at the movies or something. Louise and Nina were wearing these rather tight one piece gold outfits--they looked very good.

This was my fourth time seeing Bush, but the first time on the Razorblade Suitcase tour. They were also very good, but I didn't enjoy their performance as much as the other times I've seen them. I think I wasn't as impressed with them because of the crowd. Everybody was yelling so loud that I couldn't hear the band as well as I would have liked. And whenever the band would quiet down for whatever reason--the end of the song, a bridge, or just screw-around time--the crowd would get louder. There was this one chick right behind us who kept yelling "I want to fuck you, Gavin!" Laura wanted to beat her sensless, and I can't blame her. I think a concert is much more enjoyable when you hear the band, not the crowd. Besides that, does this chick really think Gavin can hear her or cares about her? Please...

I think all the media sensationalism has gotten to me--all those made-for-TV movies and stuff. There was a movie about some thieves who's heist went wrong, and they ended up taking a houseful of teenage girls hostage. Or how about any of the 10 million natural disaster movies? You don't even need to look to movies for excitement: Sienfeld, the show about nothing, always has something terribly interesting going on: remember the episode about the "astronaut pen," the one that could write upside-down?

None of this stuff has ever happened to me. Therefore I have no life. Warped thinking, eh?

Another thing that bothers me is people's need to talk all the time. This is another idea from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. When Ford Prefect first came down to Earth, he noticed that everyone was always talking. At first he thought this was because otherwise our jaws would freeze in place. He quickly dismissed this idea in favor of another: that if we stopped talking, our brains would actually start working. I think Ford's right.

I'm pretty much in agreement with myself that this should be organized by date. But beyond that, I have no real plans for this page.