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  1. The wierdest thing? My car. On a back cast. Forgot how close I was. Nailed myself a few times on windy days too. Thank God for barbless!!
  2. This is a long one that I got by e-mail from a lady friend who got this from God knows where... Hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal -- The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now ... the wax. Have the kleenex ready and maybe the Depends, you'll laugh that hard... Read on... My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: 'Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet.' So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those 'cold wax' kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!) So I pull one of the thin strips out. It's two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ('Cold wax,' yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire. With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRRRIIIIPPP!!!! I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!.... OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!! Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP! Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...must stay conscious. Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe............ OK, back to normal. I want to see my trophy -- a wax-covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX??? Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip...it's not! I touch. I am touching wax. I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. Sealed shut! I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself 'Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!' What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits, and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right??? *WRONG!!!!!!!* I get in the tub -- The water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment -- I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together,is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax. So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter 'So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!' There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, 'Are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?' She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night. While we go through various solutions. I resort to trying to scrape the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event. My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace...the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY STARS !!! The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care. 'IT WORKS !!! It works!!!' I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair... THE HAIR IS STILL THERE...ALL OF IT! So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point. Next week I'm going to try hair color...
  3. First fish ever was a goldeye caught on a worm when I was about 3 or 4. Used a bamboo rod and level wind reel. First fish with a fly was a pike minnow caught on a Tom Thumb many years later.
  4. KVRNut

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    Good luck down there in Texas dontheo! Have been following the storm on CNN and CBC and am damn glad I'm not down there. Looks like there'll be a lot of damage. Dumb question if I may, is that the heavy cruiser Indianapolis (CA-35) on your avtar?
  5. KVRNut

    Gas Prices

    Gas went up 14 cents a liter here yesterday to 147.9 a liter. With the 63.6 cent a gallon increase, the new price works out to $6.723 an imperial gallon. Word we got was the increase was due to market speculation about gas shortages caused by Ike. To say I'm not very happy would be an understatement especially with crude prices dropping the way they have. Looks like I'll be staying pretty close to home during the rest of my holidays. Anybody else getting the living hell gouged out of them?
  6. Been away for a while and busy as hell with work leaving little time for photography, fishing and even less time for the forum. Will try not to be such a stranger. Here's a little of what I've been up to while I've been away. Sorry if things appear a little washed out as I'm using primarily slide film now and I'm having trouble getting the levels right when the slides get scanned. A couple of these I've had enlarged and have had transparenceis made for light boxes. Not cheap but worth it. Catch you later!! Ernie These two shots should be familiar to Peter. My favorite waterfall, Kay Falls. K.L.O. Creek
  7. I went grocery shopping this weekend, which in hindsight may not have been very wise. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'You're definitely going to crap yourself' chili. Tasty stuff, albeit hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL fall off. Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement 2'. Despite habanera peppers swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I appeared to be unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my next door neighbors as thunder and lightning. Knowing that a time of reckoning had to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for the Wal-Mart grocery store for some tasty breakfast and lunch tidbits. Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms that the pain hit me. Oh, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh oh, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different. The habaneras in the chili from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the restrooms which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The peppers fired a warning shot. There I stood, alone in the spice and baking aisle, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as an elderly woman turned into it. I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what her reaction would be to the invisible but odorous cloud that refused to dissipate, as she walked into it unsuspecting. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate. I could've warned that poor woman but didn't. I simply watched as she walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all she could do before gathering her senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving her arms about her head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. Mistake. Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun. Suddenly things were no longer funny. IT was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grandmal assplosion took place. Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my ass is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'Sonofabitch! ', then quickly left. Once finished I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.' That of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return. Home again without having shopped, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Costco's. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter. Bastards claim they're going to have to repaint the store.
  8. Yes, that did help quite a bit. Thank You Very Much for the information Rob! Looks like I'd better reconsider and think seriously about obtaining a light meter that can do ambient light readings instead of just spot readings. Perhaps a Sekonic L-358 would be all I need. You brought up a good point about slide film as I'm going to be doing more slide film (Velvia 50) photography in both 35mm/4.5x6 formats and it's the main reason I was looking into a light meter. There's a couple of locations I like going to where the light metering can be tricky at best due to sun/shade and terrain doing their best to give me fits. A question, if I may. When you take an ambient light reading, do you have the meter reasonably close to the subject and looking back to the camera or is the meter reading just a general area reading? The reason I ask is that the locations are waterfalls and sometimes getting close can be asking for trouble or a physical impossibility. Thanks! Ernie
  9. I've ordered a metered viewfinder for the medium format camera this past week. Until now I've been using either the EOS 3 for metering and converting the lens difference or I've been using a couple of older Sekonic reflective light meters, one of which is a model L-216. I'm currently trying out a used Pentax Digital Spotmeter and am impressed with the ease of use and the fact that I can screw on a filter and get an accurate filtered meter reading. It's certainly a lot cheaper than a new Sekonic lightmeter. I'm wondering if I should spend the money and get the Pentax Digital and keep on using it with my older FD cameras and the medium format camera, once I get the metered viewfinder for it, or should I just keep using the Sekonic meters. I've read some good things about the Pentax but what so you folks use for light or spot metering? Any recommendations or preferences? I don't plan on getting the Pentax until late Feburary or March so I'm looking for your thoughts and opinions on this. Thanks for your help! Ernie
  10. Was out early this morning after the snow stopped falling. Before I started clearing the driveway, I decided to take a couple of experimental shots and see what I come up with. Ernie Beauty and the beast. Just a few snow covered branches illuminated by a street light. Illuminated this one with a flash by accident. Like how it turned out except for the garden shed under the tree and rose branch in the foreground.
  11. Thanks Peter! I have to admit that B&W does drive me a bit ly at times. Some days I can visualize and other days it's difficult at best. Have made it a resolution that for every 2 rolls of color film I use, I'm going to try and use 1 roll of B&W until I'm comfortable with it again. Will be going for a lot of walks in this area, practicing, until I'm happy with the results. Ernie
  12. Here's some misc pics from the files. Ernie Overlooking Gallagher's Canyon at dawn with the sun behind me. Two weeks later this was all snow covered. About the closest I've gotten to any wild life in the past while. This lil' fella was on the front lawn having a munch1. Kokanee spawning channel a couple days ago. Stood and thought about the miracle happening in the gravels under the snow and ice. Love the colors of Oregon Grape in winter...
  13. I love the different lighting in that picture Andrew and the way it goes from starlight to street light to streak light. John, that fountain shot of your's is a wow. Where was it taken? Ernie
  14. I love those black and whites of your's Peter. I seem to have trouble with mine but then it could be because I experiment too much or try to "force" the shot too much. Guess I just have to let it flow. Here's some B&W and Sepia shots . Ernie Some angry clouds. Out for a walk. Father Pandosy's Mission built in 1859.
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