Good for me!

Yay. Two reasons. One a sardonic 'good for me', you go get 'em simple kid chug on the chin & throw a strained glance over their shoulder at any grinning onlookers. The other, an actual thing that is potentially actually good for me. *gasp*

Firstly, the boring thing. I may have blamed Sauran's evil 'The One' toasty prematurely. I still believe it was the final catalyst for the tempest of evacuation that almost destroyed me, but it has now come to light that it may not have been the only thing that caused it. I've been drinking that milk they sell here, which apparently comes from the Kowloon Dairy. Now, I don't know who has or hasn't been to Hong Kong, but I can assure everyone out there that there is no goddamned room whatsoever for a friggin' dairy in Kowloon. This is a Google image of Kowloon:

Daisy?

Daaaaaisy!

DAAAAAAAISYYYYYYY!

COW-loon? I bloody well think not.

The point I'm trying to make is that I'm not 100% sure where Kowloon Dairy milk - or any of the local milk for that matter - comes from, but an educated guess would say China. Where the melamine lives... So consequently I've since cut it out of my diet & already I feel like I'm going to turn into a fat, happy, healthy white bastard within the week. I believe that this will genuinely be good for me. The end result is a little unfortunate though...um...through a series of isolated incidences I've.. And I'm not a total wanker or anything. I have to stress this. I mean, you people know me. I'm a bit weird maybe. And I do wear a trendy scarf when it's cold & stuff. But I mean, I don't ride a fixie or wear a trilby. I just cut my hair today so I'm not emo. Never have been emo. I'm not. You know. Oh, f*ck it. So anyway, I'm now drinking soy instead of cow's milk & drinking white wine instead of beer. What?

Jerks. So judgmental.

Subject change.

Wow. Awkward.

Next thing that is more of a 'good for you' thing is... Oh my GOD! This is such a trendy wanker thing to do. Balls! Really should have written the post the other way around. *groan* Whatever. My mum thinks I'm cool, so you can all just get bent. So I've build a DIY twin reflex camera. It's way retro & all that crap & yes I think it's cool & yes I'm going to use it & yes, you're still looking at me in that way. What? Are my stripy leggings out of place? Is my satchel covering the logo on my ironically kitsch t-shirt? Okay, I've just got to move on. Artists are always misunderstood in their time anyway. I'm an individual. Just like the rest of them. Breathe...

Let's start that again.

I have built one of these puppies. It was an enormous pain in the rectum to build & took me around 3 hours all up. I swore A LOT. I mean, I do that, but I really swore like a whole bunch. And I didn't even hurt myself. I think I just drank way too much coffee whenever I set to it which gave me the yips, the shakes, & a big dose of the hurry-the-#@&%-ups. Also, I only found this website after building the damned thing, which has cheerily informed me that I've made at least two horrific mistakes along the way, but I've already jammed a roll of film in there, so let's see what happens first & then I'll take it apart & start my barrage of bilious billingsgate at this gormless inanimate plastic once again if it turns out that I have indeed screwed the proverbial pooch. The Chinese-only instructions were a joy, by the way.

Kitted out. Ready to rock.

OOoooooh good! I love chinese writing for it's ability to convey detailed information to me in the most convenient & understandable way possible!

Hooray! A shoddy, but complete job! Also, two surplus screws...

Anyway, I'm going to be taking it out here & there so I'll share the photos with y'all. I have to actually take it to a place & have them developed! You believe that? My mind almost exploded with the atavistic thrill of it all until I remembered that it involves, time, effort & ongoing expense to do that sort of thing. Not to worry! I have visions of cloudy, softly framed shots with all that lovely colour throwing that odd perspective you see so often in Holga enthusiast's photos. Like a kind of thick-lined cartoon bas relief. But realistically I'll probably end up with a whole bunch of really shit photos instead. Time will tell I guess.

More to follow on Luke's so-called 'lomo' adventure. Jeezus, you need to say that one clearly down the phone line... No no! No! I said lomo! No, LOMO! L - O - M - O!