Netphotography Journal

The last few days I have been working on the new website for my company, and it is looking so darn “Pretty!”. Repeat that after me with British Accent to get the feel I describe … “Pretty!”, “Pretty!”.

After I’m done at 5:30 with my full-time client Premier Ltd. I get some rest, fix dinner, do some workout, make one or two cups of fresh brewed coffee, Play Jazz on the internet radio and I am in the mood baby. Time to make love with my company rmd Studio Inc.
The site will be up soon, I have been writing for the past few weeks. I have been learning to become a better writer. If I could learn to photograph, and to draw, I can learn to be a very good writer too!

It is going to be great. My future projects and accomplishments will be in the books, magazines, and the press. I have great ideas that cant’ wait to be born. Do you hear me universe? It’s your child calling. I have great ideas waiting to be born. Bring it on to me, I need all the positive forces to surround me. I am here to earn it, I deserve it.

Zak the big dog with the great personality who lived in West Vancouver is no longer with us. He had to be put to rest for having a tumor and he was in such a pain. Zak was 9 years old at the time.

I remember every night that I would go to starbucks to get my late evening caffeine fix, Zak and his Mom Dona would drop by to say hello. He would grab everyone’s attention for his enormous size, eyes who came in 2 different colors - one amber, one blue - and his great personality.

He was such a dude! … didn’t like to be hugged by strangers but he would press his giant head to your belly as a sign of friendship and sure would have appreciated it if you had any cookies on you!

Zak wasn’t my dog, but he was everyone’s dog. We all knew him in this neighborhood.
I never heard this dog bark. He always Howled for a bit of the Wolf in him. Specially if you would have told him “Zak! are you going Home? …. Home!” and he would give you this long loud howling sound.

Today Zak is finally home living happily in peace in heaven.

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It’s basically forcing people not to enforce things on each other.

Isn’t that an oxymoron?

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I will never ever buy another pack of Pepto-Bismol becuase they have very bad commercials.

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Everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat’s the only cat
who knows where it’s at.
Everybody’s pickin’ up on that feline beat,
’cause everything else is obsolete.
Now a square with a horn,
can make you wish you weren’t born,
ever’time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he can set music back
to the caveman days.
I’ve heard some corny birds who tried to sing,
but a cat’s the only cat
who knows how to swing.
Who wants to dig
a long-haired gig
or stuff like that?

When everybody wants to be a cat.
A square with that horn,
makes you wish you weren’t born,
ever’time he plays;
and with a square in the act,
he’s gonna set this music back
to the Stone Age days.

Everybody wants to be a cat,
because a cat’s the only cat
who knows where it’s at;
while playin’ jazz you always has a Welcome mat,
’cause everybody digs a swingin’ cat.
Everybody digs a swingin’ cat.

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