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roxyI'm totally not sure what to make of it, but for some reason it's endlessly entertaining. It's all full of intrigue and mystery and conspiracy and I totally blame ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anitac588 for pointing out the way to this dark, twisty and ultimately hysterical path. The theories! The tragedy! Oh reeaaaally? Oh yeesssss....
People in the know, friends of friends who know, proof, no proof, photographic proof...my stars!!
Perception is everything. One photograph can be seen so many different ways. Also, it seems as though people don't understand just what a camera does. That unhappy squint becomes a belly laugh when you look at a series of prints taken one after the other. Sorry folks, one picture *does* lie.
Anyhoo, it was gangs of fun, and reminded me a bit of the times my dad and I would dish on the neighbors and that one soap he somehow bizarrely got hooked on for a year. My dad *loved* gossip. It was weird. But funny. I was sad that I had no one to share the treasure trove of biz-hunh? I'd discovered. Oh well. I couldn't have shared this stuff with him anyway. Whereas, my mom might actually have listened to this stuff. She was bored by gossip but would have enjoyed the Twilight-Zoney what-the-fuckness of it all.
Of course, I have my own feelings about all this stuff which I keep close to the vest. Oh heck yeah, I have my theories. ;)
anitac588 for pointing out the way to this dark, twisty and ultimately hysterical path. The theories! The tragedy! Oh reeaaaally? Oh yeesssss....People in the know, friends of friends who know, proof, no proof, photographic proof...my stars!!
Perception is everything. One photograph can be seen so many different ways. Also, it seems as though people don't understand just what a camera does. That unhappy squint becomes a belly laugh when you look at a series of prints taken one after the other. Sorry folks, one picture *does* lie.
Anyhoo, it was gangs of fun, and reminded me a bit of the times my dad and I would dish on the neighbors and that one soap he somehow bizarrely got hooked on for a year. My dad *loved* gossip. It was weird. But funny. I was sad that I had no one to share the treasure trove of biz-hunh? I'd discovered. Oh well. I couldn't have shared this stuff with him anyway. Whereas, my mom might actually have listened to this stuff. She was bored by gossip but would have enjoyed the Twilight-Zoney what-the-fuckness of it all.
Of course, I have my own feelings about all this stuff which I keep close to the vest. Oh heck yeah, I have my theories. ;)
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