And here's an example of how the D100 sometimes has trouble focusing in low-light situations. At really inconvenient times.

I hear the Canon D60 is worse though. In case you were wondering.

There's not nearly as much to tell about the second day of my Colorado trip. Our hot air balloon trip got cancelled because of unfavorable wind conditions. You wouldn't want me slamming into the side of a mountain, right? Me neither. There was a lot more classroom stuff, then they cut us loose in the Village, where a store owner called me "guy." Then later that night we ate at La Tour, where I was called "sir" by two different waiters, and a third directed me to the men's room when I asked where the restrooms were. This is the same night that I took the self portrait in the previous entry. A little butch, but, you know, I didn't have mustache or anything.

The girls say that's an adorable picture of me by the way. It really "looks like me" as they say in the photography biz. So yeah, I am THAT adorable.

Had an awesome date with Sara on Sunday. We considered doing a Misha/Etienne scene, and we will soon, but we ended up playing with Lauren and Alex.

He's getting a little more comfortable with the age difference.

In our story line, Lauren had been avoiding Alex since the last time, not because she didn't enjoy herself, but because she wasn't quite comfortable with how much she did like some of the stuff that she thinks she's not supposed to like.

He sort of coaxed her back.

Sara was bleeding a little, so we took it easy. No major gymnastics or big roughness like the last time, which I haven't even reported on yet. And, honestly, I probably won't. Let's just say we tried about every position possible on that rolled up futon. I need to patent that fucker. We were playing with Julian and Eleanor, but once we started trying some new bondage positions, we lost any semblance of real role playing.

In just a few days I'm going to have a guest. Someone I've been flirting with online, but who I've never met in real life. And well, yes, I'm kind of nervous about it.

Sure, I'm all Rico Suave when I've got hours to compose and I'm just writing stuff down, but face-to-face ... I am Mr. Shy Puppy sometimes.

Nervous. And excited. Excited in a can't-stop-this-stupid-grin kind of way. And nervous in an "I'm so cool" way on the outside and a "holy shit, what are you doing?" way on the inside. You probably know what I mean. Wish me luck.