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| Comments on Thursday 19 December 2002: |
| Also making the cinema-visit extra enjoyable was, while we were waiting, one of the lady's friends pseudo-surreptitiously taking photographs. (Flash; hide camera; look guilty/self-satisfied.)
I don't like having my picture taken generally. I like it less when the photographer is someone I dislike. I like it even less when it's deliberately done unexpectedly and hidden. I grumbled to the lady, and she asked the person to delete the pictures and stop doing it. She returned to tell me she had done so. He took a picture of her telling me this, while wearing a bonus extra-smug expression. I was angry at this. Five seconds later, another photograph being taken (not of me this time, but with my Holly in shot, who also doesn't like being photographed). Nor had he made any gestures towards deleting the original two offending pictures from the (digital) camera. So I snapped. I crossed the queue-zigzagging barrier, to express my anger (in the form of shouts and obscenities), and to take the camera from him and delete the pictures myself. The lady stopped me before I took the camera, because she thought my intent was not that, but a punching. While that wouldn't have gone amiss, I'm really not a violent person. I'm usually not even aggressive enough to act as I did - I'd more often just be annoyed with myself, later, for not having done so. Thank heavens for noisy stinky crowds putting me on edge. [13:33] |
| Digi |
| At least you don't live in a country invested with picture phones (mobiles with digicams). "Look I've pressed a button, I'm smart, this is what you look like, it's funny because it's small and 2D. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA <grunt>" This happens at least seven times a day, with a maximum of fourty three times. |
| iCarus |
| You need a pet Icarus to carry out wantom destruction orders for you. Ppl listen to Icarus when he say no photo. |