A wee bit of fatherly advice to those amongst you, who seem "pleasure-bent" on exhibiting novel "flashing" images, as were Christmas presents that actually came with batteries.[1]
There are some folk, (myself amongst them), who have a very real medical condition known as photo-phobic epilepsy.
(Not like the
unreal and entirely fabricated first and last occurrence of the condition of Transient Prosopagnosia, that Beccy seems to have both invented, contracted, and been cured of in short order.)
But, take it from me, severely flashing images WILL trigger a seizure in a susceptible individual, mit is simply the severity of siezure that is the variable. From a simple "vagueing out at the traffic lights" at one end of the spectrum, to a full-blown Grand-Mal siezure at the other.
Listen.
This is no joke. Not an attempt at humour.
No.
This shit really happens to susceptible people, and IT
HURTS THEM! (Us)
We have to take at least 3 or 4 days off work, as a result.
Now that you have been made aware of the damage that you are doing through your carefree sport, give a mind to those that you are potentially forcing into a crippling seizure.
If you have never experienced one, then you are lucky.
Ixnay on the lachnayF, OK?
(Yes, we photo-phobics are a minority in the general population, but a majority in the elite geeks. Make of that what you will.)
As for bragging rights to equines:
http://www.michaelgray.com.au/Resources ... Shadow.jpg
My favourite mounr ( a thoroughbred gedling) On my farm.
http://www.michaelgray.com.au/Resources ... albyn1.jpg
http://www.michaelgray.com.au/Resources ... halbyn.jpg
(Both on a friends' horse-breakers' farm, in unbearably extreme heat on New Year's day. over 45C (~115F) in the shade. 60+ (~140F) in the sun.)
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[1]
"Christmas presents that actually came with batteries" is a new noir film script that I have in mind. An orgy set in the squalor of WW2 artillery trenches in Sweden.
[2] The only reason that I am posting this is because
Sacha DID NOT ASK ME to do so. She was spot-on in assuming that had she asked me to any single thing, I would have immediately responded in the NEGATORY. And published photos of her neighbor's under-garments.