procrastination

instead of writing my big feature story that's due on monday, I'm writing this.

you should thank me. it means I still care. or rather, it means I don't care enough about writing the big story, especially since I'm not entirely sure of my angle right now.

doesn't matter. I'm here now and you probably think I should entertain you. I mean let's face it: if you're reading this blog, it probably means you should be doing something else as well, but you came here because a) you don't care b) you really don't care or c) you just need a break but are too lazy to get away from your desk.

clearly it's c.

so where does that bring us you ask? well nowhere of course. because I still have nothing interesting going on...well that's not entirely true I suppose.

went to the Royal Agricultural Winter Fair (that's all capitals people, that's how important it was) and did an assignment for imaging. 2 (or two, CP style rules I guess) assignments rather. it was a little interesting. especially when some french farmers (read: country hicks) were making fun of me (and mike I suppose) for being tourists. okay, I know taking 36 pictures of a dude shaving a moo-cow is a little odd, but do you honestly think a tourist would care that much? come on people. I see moo-cows every day. hell, I went to Moo U, I practically shared classes with 'em.

anyway, it doesn't matter. but enjoy the picture nonetheless.

it's odd, this dude shaves the moos professionally. like, farms pay him to come in and style the moos so they look all pretty before they're auctioned off to the highest bidder.

and before you ask, the cow's name is Ballerine. she's competing(?) in the senior calf category. she didn't have much to say to me though. and again before you ask, she isn't being eaten unless she can't get knocked up. that's the point of the auction. to get cows laid.

so really, the Royal Agricultural Winter Fair is like one giant whore-house.

(maybe I should give back the media pass before I make fun...?)