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Well, somebody had to fix this post, so I did it. ~Melissa

Pictures - Sunday, April 17, 2011

Dark Sky

Iron Work

Elite Women Runners

Scared Pigeon

Elite Women Runners Who Scared the Pigeon

Cross Here

She's No Millet

John Hancock Tower

Picture Worthy

Details

Details

Details

Newbury Street

Newbury Street

On TV

On TV Too

Newbury Street

Beacon Street at Charles Street

Beacon Street

5K Beacon Street

6:04 into the race

Fast Runners

Wet Tree

Home Depot

So, I needed a new cordless drill. 

Well, I actually didn't need a new drill, I needed new batteries and the thing of it is the batteries cost 80% of the cost of a new drill so it really doesn't make sense to buy two batteries when for a few bucks more you can get two batteries, a case, a charger and a brand new drill.

So I went to Home Depot and settled on a drill I really didn't want but it had all the features and was about $90 less than the one I wanted but it was still about $200. The box looked a little beat up but I had trouble pulling it from the shelf so I figure some other guy must have had the same trouble only he tore the box a little. Normally, I would crack open the box to make certain everything is there, if the box looks like it could have been opened but this box was contained in one of those anti-theft harness type things so I figured it was safe.

I got it home and found out one of the batteries was missing and I got steamed, first of all I had just wasted a trip to Home Depot, second now I had to return the drill, third I had to get another drill, fourth I had to deal with rush hour traffic, fifth there was going to be no one that I could actually be mad at, I could be mad at Home Depot and I was just about livid but there was no one person that I was going to be able to hold accountable.

It wasn't too much of a hassle getting back to Home Depot and I went right to returns and when the lady asked how I was doing I had told her that I had been better and then told her the situation. 

I had chosen to go to Home Depot first, even though there is now a Lowe's practically across the street from the Home Depot that I go to because Home Depot was there first and I'm kind of loyal and even though I like Lowe's better I was still at Home Depot. I was trying to show Home Depot some love and I felt that they shit right on that love. It was an expensive item that I was buying, there should have been no hassles.

The returns lady said that I could try to find another of the same make and model or get my money back. I told her that I didn't think there were any left, that I got the last one but that I would check anyway, and as I thought, there were no others but I did notice that a battery for that drill costs $99 which sort of explained why one was missing. And every time a Home Depot associate asked me if I needed any help, I just wanted to tell then to fuck off but I didn't.

She credited my credit card and said that she was sorry that it didn't work out. I told her that I was sorry too. 

I still needed a drill but I certainly wasn't going to buy it there. I was still steamed and I still had no one to be angry at, I tried to calm myself and said that being angry at Home Depot was really doing me no good but FUCK Home Depot.

I drove across the street to Lowe's. I like Lowe's better, fuck loyalty. Lowe's is better than Home Depot, always. Lowe's doesn't have a 77% of there inventory miss labeled or just shoved any where on a shelf. Things are neat and if you reach into a box that says half inch 90 elbows chances are that is what you are going to pull out.

I got a couple 'can I help you's' and I wanted to tell them to fuck off too. If I need help I will at the very least look in your direction and if that doesn't work, I am not afraid to ask but I know where shit is and I usually know what I want so just keep sweeping the damn floor and leave me the fuck alone.

I was looking at the cordless hammer drills and had a larger choice and better names and they were a heck of a lot cheaper. I was reading the boxes two or three times because I thought I was missing something but the drills had the same features, had the same 18volt battery, had two batteries, a case and a charger for sixty buck less. And if  I do need another battery it is only $60, if I have to buy two then I might as well spend twenty dollars more and get another brand new drill set but still $60 is better than $99.

FUCK Home Depot.

I was still pissed at Home Depot when I got home. I still am a little pissed off at them but they did save me a boat load of money because they suck and they will never be my first choice again so I can't be too too mad at them.

So Home Depot sucks. I have a nice new 18v Cordless Hammer Drill and Home Depot sucks.

So in closing I would like to say that Home Depot sucks.

She Said He Said

I started taking photos with my point and shoot but I hated the muted colors so I put it away but I did have some photos on it.

Welll??????? Are you going to tell me or not???  I can't take the suspense!!!

I told you one thing.

Thank you very much!!  I believe I said I wanted to know ALL the items!

Maybe we can compromise.

I don't compromise!! 

Maybe we can come to an understanding, then.

I don't understand!!






She is very very funny

All and nothing.

Most of these have already been posted. I added some words and the rest of the photos which I think are failures. They run in the order that I took them in.

CHIHULY

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS

LIME GREEN ICICLE TOWER

2011

I tend to do things on a large scale because it's exciting, I like to push things in new and different ways - Chihuly

There are 2,342 individual pieces.

This guy looks alone and like he has been through a lot. Or maybe his wife just kicked him out. I don't know.

This painting is rather small and I took a blurry picture. I think it's harder to paint small paintings.

It's a nice piece of furniture but I was just trying to shot an interesting angle.

One of the things I like about this painting is that the artist painted the ropes on the sails. The lines are very very thin. It took great skill.

This is a close up of the lower left hand corner, showing the ropes. He must have painted the ropes with one or two hairs of a brush.

Sunlight on priceless paintings and they won't even let me use a flash. I made sure there was a guy in this photo to show the magnitude of the hall.

I had to wait for the solitude to return to this photo because authorized personnel walked through that black door. It's a great area.

A stone box with stuff carved on the back of it, which can be seen through the window.

I didn't post this before because there was too much glare.

Out of focus and too much glare.

Too much glare and focus is on the wrong thing.

This is better in real life.

A ceramic flounder. I'm pretty certain my grandmother had one of these.

I just like the subject matter. Good job Charles Barque.

 I was trying to take a picture of this guy looking at the Van Gogh's but then he turned and I liked the photo even better because he looks like he doesn't give a shit about Van Gogh, Monet or Gauguin.

Van Gogh

Snow at Argenteuil, Claude Monet

Landscape with Two Breton Women, Paul Gauguin

Water Lilies, Claude Monet

Blurry.

Man made bug.

Nature Unveiling Herself before Science, Louise-Ernest Barrias

This piece was uneventful to me until I read the write-up. I would not have guessed at it in a million years.

There is another dog at the foot of the bed. It's an angle thing, I was going for.

Saint Augustine, Joseph Chinard

I thought he got good expression on his face. Too much glare.

They look so life like in their manor.

These guys are in the painting below, in the lower left hand corner. 

Church of Saint Odulphus, Assendelft, Pieter Jansz. Saenredam

Good perception.

I thought it would look neat.

Man Turning Over the Soil, Millet

It reminds me of those Russian propaganda posters which I think are artful.

The guy in the jacket with the stripe just would not shut the fuck up. That's a Picasso that his buddy is not getting a chance to look at.

Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going? Paul Gauguin

This is a famous painting that I could shoot better with my DSLR than my little point and shoot camera.

I liked the rows of pedestals.

It's a depth of field thing.

This guy looks evil.

I like how you can see the length of the room.

I moved the camera too soon.

Too much glare.

Too close to the nose.

Better.

This looks just like the monument in D.C. and this is one of the only things that the Museum of Fine arts actually encourages you to touch. I tried to line up the shot so Lincoln is looking right at you.

They have these mirror tables so that you can see the ceiling and the top of my head at the bottom of the frame.

The mirror table.

It's a squeezebox in the museum.

Depth of field thing.

This is a harp

Great inlay work

Little ancient stone things for embossing paper.

Ancient Reindeer. I didn't see any ancient Santa's.

This is a tiny money, or at least very small. I thought it had pretty good detail.

See it's small.

This is next to the monkey. It is also small with good detail.

This is the loin that the little girl was taking a photo of when I was taking a photo of her.

I would love to know this guy's story. I guess I should have read the write-up.

I just love the look of this guy. I think he's a stoner.

It's a leg cup.

Just me goofing around with the camera.

I like the guy's expression, although I'm not certain what it is. They have a whole lot of bust and most of them are entitled like: Portrait of an old man. This was some emperor or something but I guess the old man was kind of important in his day.

I love the lines.

Here too.

I liked how the light was shining through. You can see the John Hancock Tower through the window.

Too much light shining off of the Prudential Tower.

Floor to ceiling. It's impressive just not in a photo.

Who ever sits in that chair?

Still Life - Fish, William Merritt Chase

I bet those fish stunk by the time Chase was finished painting them.

I didn't like how the people were.

I moved the camera too soon. I was afraid of getting caught.