Shit or get off the pot

That’s what they say, just do it or get out. In this case the editor. I don’t have a clue what I’m supposed to be writing, but I’ve said to myself that I’m going to write more so I should actually do it once in a while.

Cabin fever, I guess you could call it - I’ve been sick for over two weeks now. Went to work for half a day the friday before last, it’s now two Sunday’s later. I feel a bit better now, but that’s how I felt that Friday morning. The wind’s going absolutely mental outside, some was-cyclone is hovering around and causing all sorts of crazy posts on FaceBook.

So, they. Who are they? Who does actually say “shit or get off the pot”. I can’t say I’ve heard it before, other than in reference to “they” saying it. Maybe in a movie? Maybe when one person is hogging the bong too long - something I haven’t done for a very very long time. Generally they called it bogarting, though I don’t quite know why about that one either. Some sort of reference to Humphrey Bogart I guess.

Words words words. Really just a stream of consciousness, this one. I’ve been fiddling with DSLR’s again, it seems my 350d’s only an amnesiac, not entirely brain-dead. The 300d’s working perfectly, so it’ll be a backup for when the 350 has a hissy fit.

Looks like I can hack the 300d to think it’s a 10d, not sure as to the ACTUAL advantages as I don’t shoot in RAW unless I’m being crazy, and it’s not like it gets any more megapixels by doing it.

Blah. I’ve written. Done. Shutit.

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