Just what I needed.
Jul. 25th, 2004 07:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelleThere are few things on this planet I need so much as a pathetic excuse to feel sorry for myself, yet here I have one, handed to me on a plate.
I feel awful.
I don't mean my usual angst and drama. I mean I physically feel awful. I was fine, fine, fine yesterday morning. Woke up with a touch of sore throat, but that's not unusual in my arid apartment. Some time around mid-day, I realised my sore throat should have been long gone, but was steadily creeping up in virulence. At first, I merely used it as a great excuse to buy ice cream-- which the fabulous kid at the shop across from us gave me gratis (a dollar in that tip jar) but shortly thereafter I found myself sitting in our microscopic back room at the store blanking out.
My shopping list at RiteAid on the way home: milk, as I was out, then a box of tissues, Thera-Flu, Ricola drops, acetaminophen, and six cans of chicken soup. I'm off until Tuesday anyway, which is good, but I now discover I have to go out, as I'm completely out of dog food, and Clue's not good with the ordering in yet.
Can't sleep. Can't breathe. Can't swallow. But oh, I can whine! I'm great with that!
Bought a print here, though, in the spirit of doing something for someone else when you're too whiny-ass to do something for yourself.
http://donate.studio3dom.com/
This is my friend Jeff Klaum, funky fetishy photographer and fellow Rhinelander. The Powers That Be seem to be having a nummy time beating the karmic and financial crap out of him. I mean, we've all done things that, in hindsight, we would have changed. I have a friend who made News of the Stupid all over the planet a couple of months ago, and will probably never work in his chosen field again-- though he should have KNOWN. Personally, well-- I think everyone knows my history of ill-chosen paths. But to me, Jeff's situation isn't even comparable. Jeff may have miscalculated slightly, but nothing he's done remotely warrants the astonishing legal battering he's been getting. I look at his situation, and I think, well, there but for the grace of G-d....
So go. Buy a print.
I feel awful.
I don't mean my usual angst and drama. I mean I physically feel awful. I was fine, fine, fine yesterday morning. Woke up with a touch of sore throat, but that's not unusual in my arid apartment. Some time around mid-day, I realised my sore throat should have been long gone, but was steadily creeping up in virulence. At first, I merely used it as a great excuse to buy ice cream-- which the fabulous kid at the shop across from us gave me gratis (a dollar in that tip jar) but shortly thereafter I found myself sitting in our microscopic back room at the store blanking out.
My shopping list at RiteAid on the way home: milk, as I was out, then a box of tissues, Thera-Flu, Ricola drops, acetaminophen, and six cans of chicken soup. I'm off until Tuesday anyway, which is good, but I now discover I have to go out, as I'm completely out of dog food, and Clue's not good with the ordering in yet.
Can't sleep. Can't breathe. Can't swallow. But oh, I can whine! I'm great with that!
Bought a print here, though, in the spirit of doing something for someone else when you're too whiny-ass to do something for yourself.
http://donate.studio3dom.com/
This is my friend Jeff Klaum, funky fetishy photographer and fellow Rhinelander. The Powers That Be seem to be having a nummy time beating the karmic and financial crap out of him. I mean, we've all done things that, in hindsight, we would have changed. I have a friend who made News of the Stupid all over the planet a couple of months ago, and will probably never work in his chosen field again-- though he should have KNOWN. Personally, well-- I think everyone knows my history of ill-chosen paths. But to me, Jeff's situation isn't even comparable. Jeff may have miscalculated slightly, but nothing he's done remotely warrants the astonishing legal battering he's been getting. I look at his situation, and I think, well, there but for the grace of G-d....
So go. Buy a print.
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Date: 2004-07-25 06:18 am (UTC)I went to look at the pictures...and some are disturbing...but all are incredibly beautiful. If that is a sample of his work...well... I hope the courts toss the case out. If I had the $$ to spare these days, I'd have bought one of the nudes. Stunning.
Ok.. that's all. I just woke up, and my eyes burn. Must make breakfast and wake up. Maybe put on some clothes. Clothes are good. Maybe.
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Date: 2004-07-25 08:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-25 09:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-25 10:12 am (UTC)get well soon. HUGZ
No milk for you!
Date: 2004-07-25 10:29 am (UTC)And since your reading this, YOUR NOT IN BED!@#%@&^%$$#$!!!!! Grrrrrr.
Poor Jeff. His photography is quite erotic, but hardly pornographic. What asshat initiated this jihad against him?
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Date: 2004-07-25 07:43 pm (UTC)Now it comes out, after going through all that, that because either he or the model was from or in Pennsylvania at the time (I'm not sure on the details there), the state of PA wants him to serve his parole time IN PA. Which would be fine, except that Jeff, his wife, and their child live in Akron, Ohio. They have good jobs, are established there, and their daughter is in school there. If they can't work something out, Jeff's going to have to find an apartment, and move by himself to establish residency here in PA. That's what it's looking like now. It's grossly unfair, and it enrages me. So since I can't do a damned thing about it legally, I bought a print.