1. The wreckage of a ship or its cargo found floating on or washed up by the sea.
2. People or things that have been rejected and are regarded as worthless: "the room was cleared of boxes and other flotsam".
So says dictionary.com. Does anyone ever use a "real" dictionary anymore? I used to collect them. They are downstairs in that office that I never use.
Does anyone really use an office anymore?
It's all right here, one small screen. Your office can be anywhere. The rest is just flotsam.
Flotsam and jetsam mean the same thing, as far as I can tell.
I spent a long time before I wrote this post deciding if I'd start it with, "Some people have an unlimited capacity to disappoint you." Or, "Some people have a limitless capacity to disappoint you." For some reason, this one sentence made it impossible to write the rest of what I was going to say. Limitless. Unlimited.
I wonder if I'm even really disappointed or just unsurprised. Or neither. You won't know what I'm talking about here. I should slap myself. It's like a facebook status update that alludes to something that you're meant to question. "What HAPPENED?" But you don't, because you don't like to fall for those sorts of prompts.
I've taken all the pictures of my kids down from Flickr. I mention this because maybe you liked seeing pictures of my kids. I don't know. Does anyone really like seeing THAT many pictures of someone else's kids?
I took them down because I got a comment on one of them that was not in any way creepy. But it led me to look at the photostream of the commenter, which was indeed exceptionally creepy. Somehow the creepy individual in question seemed to think that if he mentioned repeatedly that he was a Christian man who was fundamentally opposed to child porn that it was OK if he posted quasi-suggestive photos of other people's little girls for the world to ogle.
Maybe the world doesn't ogle them. Maybe I'm the only one who curls up and dies inside when she sees a photostream which is nearly 100% pictures of 8 year old girls with HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of hits. Maybe hundreds of thousands of people just appreciate a picture of someone else's kid.
But somehow I don't think so.
The non-creepy comment made by the creepy individual made me stop and think.
I thought and then I blocked.
I have recently realized that I take better pictures with a point-and-shoot than with a DSLR. Is this because I'm really just a crappy photographer or because I've dropped my DSLR in the sand enough times that the lenses are damaged?
I almost didn't post this because I didn't want to shift my book trailer down the page. I love it so much. If you need me, I'll be out back behind the bike shed, making out with it.
Except I'm not really.
That would be weird.
Or am I?