Current mood:deeply deeply cranky
this is why i hate the way the photo industry is headed:
11 hours at work today, tussling with the "new"digital machine. aren't computers supposed to make our lives easier? ha. 1/3rd the amount of work done in twice the time, while computer geeks breathe in my ear about their favorite photoshop tools and my arms develop repetitive stresses. the prints i make come back for remakes almost as soon as i am done with them, and this machine is so quiet that it scares me. i need whirring and grinding and clunking to denote that there is some sort of progress, noise as a marker of production, of reality. i manipulate images that don't exist in any way i can understand, send them through devices that don't make any noise to prove where they have been, and get, for my efforts, pixelated brides and blotchy porno and children with skin like crocodiles. at least the prints still go through chemistry, so i can still develop cancer at a young age.
the offending creature:
they condensed the custom darkrooms into one tiny, dangerous room to fit this in here, so it could be hooked up to all the other computers that everyone else is injuring themselves on.
ah, the future is a sucky place indeed.
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