I hate photographers... and interviews... and...

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Gah.

I’m sitting here fretting - at 9:00, a journalist is popping by to do a story (again!) on my working dogs and my research. This is all find and dandy, I don’t mind babbling about it all for hours, n’ I’ve done it before.

When we spoke last week, though, he was all enthusiastic, because he found this story to be a “sexy story” - anything with dogs, apparently, does well! I can understand why…

Then, he tells me: “I’ll be sending our photographer over about a week after, so we can have a couple of pictures…” GAH! I hate photographers. I’m 100% non-photogenic. Tim (the journalist) laughed and said that his photographer was a good one, and that he could make any “cute girl with a cute dog” look good.

I told him he’d have a cute dog, but that for the rest, he may need to ask for someone else…

I HATE photographers. bleh!

… and now the interview component is this morning, n’ there’s no backing out…

meef

Who would like to take in a Canadian refugee, hiding away from the photographers?

E.

2

Bleh. Applying for refugee status? That’ll take a couple years just to get through the red tape. There’s probably a quicker way, somewhere.

3

I’m a photojournalist. Settle down. If you just do your thing and forget about the guy, it’ll be over in minutes. Otherwise, you’re just making it tough on both of you.

4

You know, it’s not true that having your picture taken will steal your soul, if that’s what you’re worried about.

5

My soul was stolen sometime in late August.

I’m getting it back in October.

E.