For years I worked as a newspaper photographer but was let go. I had the bad habit of forgetting my camera. Once I had to photograph the President and asked to borrow his.
From my book – Good Morning: Your Guide to Utter Nonsense
For years I worked as a newspaper photographer but was let go. I had the bad habit of forgetting my camera. Once I had to photograph the President and asked to borrow his.
From my book – Good Morning: Your Guide to Utter Nonsense
I was having my portrait taken and the photographer asked me to fold my arms. I had to decline because I can’t even fold my laundry, let alone my arms.
…important not just for people.
Changed my son’s diaper today.
As you can see, it was a challenge.
Merry Christmas!
My mother is a person who will never admit to anything. If I accused her of being a woman, she would deny it.
I awoke this morning wanting to be a photographer but didn’t know where to start. I asked friends for advice. It ranged from “get a good broom” to “carry a spare donut wherever you go.” I wanted more practical advice like, do I need a pen if I already have a pencil. One friend noticed I had matching shoes. He recommended, “Your shoes should never match.” In fact he said I should just paint my feet black. Someone mentioned a camera. “Every photographer has one.” I assumed he thought I should get one. “No. Don’t. When you get a job, walk around like you own the place, eat the food and then leave. When the client asks where are the photos? Cut pictures out of a magazine and send those. Works every time.”
I’m gonna love this job.
I can’t find my pills!
Wannabe Comic 