Contour

It's Friday afternoon. Thank fuck for that. For the last... oh... eternity or so, my job has consisted mainly of taking photos of people, then contouring those photos. Y'know, where you cut away the background leaving only the actual person in the shot. It's for some brochures we're doing. I just did a quick count and over the past few weeks I have contoured no fewer than 65 shots. Where possible I took the photos against a plain background, making it easier to cut out. I'm very very good at it now. Email me for tips. But I don't want to talk about that anymore. Let's talk orthotics! I just got my first ones ever this week. They're a custom-fitted insole that goes inside whatever pair of shoes you're wearing. They're great. They make it feel as if every pair of shoes is a new pair of shoes. A new, uncomfortable, awkward, half-a-size-too-small pair of shoes. See, it's all good and well to put a new insole inside a pair of shoes but when you only own one pair of shoes that actually has a removable insole, your choices are kind of limited. So for most of this week I've been wearing a pair of those sneaker-like, skate, street shoes. It seems my feet were a bit like a table with short legs at opposite corners, so the orthotics are twisting my heels out, but my toes in. It's been like going from a flat typing keyboard to one of those ergonomic ones. It just takes a while to get used to. The good news is that the excruciating pain has almost disappeared. But I could really use a new pair of shoes. I feel just a little too casual wearing these to work. Now go to the comments box and tell me how excited you are about orthotics. (And sorry, but I can't quite convey the intended my-god-this-is-a-shit-post sarcasm I feel that sentence should carry.)