[Analogue photography workshop at the Lomography Gallery Store in WeHo]

The products of my second roll of film on the Diana Mini have come in, and they are not bad.

OK, I need to stop trolling the internet whenever I get a little nick or cut because it makes me think I’m dying EVERY SINGLE TIME.

I got a tiny, minuscule thorn prick from a residual Valentine’s Day rose when I was tossing them into the trash yesterday. The prick didn’t break skin, and I could barely even figure out exactly where it made contact with my thumb. So naturally, because I am a giant wuss, I ran to my friend and primary care physician, the internet, to see what could be the worst possible outcome of this devastating injury.

Did you know that people can DIE from rose thorn pricks? There’s a huge cache of thorn prick-related obits out there. Granted, I couldn’t find many that were published after 1926, and all of them seemed to be caused by actual skin-breaking, dirt-drenching, bloody gardening wounds, not by packaged roses bought from Trader Joe’s; nevertheless, it sent me through a routine panic.

Some rational part of my brain acknowledges that an (albeit poetic) death does not await me, just as it hasn’t awaited me the last eighteen hundred times I’ve been through this, but I still can’t help but freak out. (I mean, deep down, I know the only reason I continue to blog about it is so that someone will know what happened to me if I suddenly die). I hate this. I hate this so, so much. Being a hypochondriac, mysophobe, whatever you want to call it, is like being forced to ride a roller coaster when you really hate roller coasters. You know you’re going to come out fine, but there’s still a lot of screaming on the way down. You’re strapped in for a scary ride that’s beyond your control, and you just have to keep telling yourself that it will all be over soon and you’ll be OK, really.

Ugh. It sucks. In other news, check out how blunt obits were back in the day: “Her suffering was intense.” Is it any wonder the internet makes me freak out over little things?

hipsterpuppies:

arlo says the bullshit “no taping” policy at bb king’s blues club is a “third reich thought police tactic” and that it’s a tragedy this ween show will go undocumented

[photo via kyle f]

jessicachu:

(via inothernews)

I frequently waffle between the Core Blog Beliefs that 1) You blog about whatever you damn please, because it’s your blog and you’ll contribute to all that cyber-noise if you want, and 2) You blog about things that happen in the world because not everything is about you.

But then I see bloggers argue for Core Blog Belief 2, and proceed to put together a blog about their opinions on things that happen in the world, and isn’t that the same as the former? And aren’t you nothing but a news aggregator if you make a poor attempt at the latter?

yosamanthrax:

But I WILL hold your hair back while you puke on the sidewalk with your ass hanging out of your dress, because seriously, I’ve been there.

Oh but it makes a difference when you’re the non-drinker in the group who is always the hair holder, and never the hair holdee.

Tennis injury update:

This “getting back into the groove” thing? Not going so well. Aside from the crazy thumb blister (which looks like a gross giant mole now!) from last week, I gouged out part of my finger this morning. Wimbledon, watch out.