I love digital cameras. Yes, new technology, but sometimes you have to go with the flow rather than bucking the trend.
The biggest advantage I see is ‘unlimited picture taking’. Snap away, hope for the best, you can always frame, tilt, crop and alter later.
I used to have one of those analog cameras, a Kodak 110. 800 some odd pictures later and a lost bag of exposed film rolls turned me off to picture taking entirely for years.
Of course the wife has the better, newer, fancier digital camera (I get to use it on trips), but in the meantime, I’ve got a hand-me-down that does just fine for most subjects.
A few selections from the latest dump are below:
That’s October’s full moon, rising above the 1852 inn across the street. I’d been out walking the dog earlier and the sky was so clear and the full moon so huge I had to get a picture. Of course, taking a pictures means the loss of the optically-illusioned GINORMOUS full moon.
Karen has been ‘crafting’ with papercraft for about a solid week now; here’s a wreath she built. On the left is our award-winning photo of Bo, the Wonder Yorkie.
More papercrafting with the money tree. The idea here is that on each of the 12 days of Christmas, Karen’s sons get to come over and pick a bill off the tree: might be a $1, might be a $100 – you never know.
Of course the point of the exercise is that her boys MUST come for a visit each and every day…
Here’s a closeup of a heart. The ball in the foreground is Bo’s.
Karen’s is beginning to find her stride. This time, paper orchids.
My mother send BO a Halloween shirt (glow-in-the-dark).
Now this is is interesting. You know those winged tree seeds? We’ve got a shedder in the backyard, as well as a wrought iron picnic set. It seems that the holes in the grid are just large enough to catch the seeds when they land.
Here’s one from the underside:
Ooooo. It’s Halloween and the ghosties and ghoulies are out!
Just coming through the door are Quinn and Eric (Eric is Karen’s youngest) – dressed up in their Dog The Bounty Hunter and his Big-Boobed Wife costumes. You can just make out Bo sitting on the couch.
But what’s all that ethereal, ghosty, Halloweeny stuff partially obscuring the picture? It is Halloween after all. Did the spirits decide to put in an appearance? Should I be calling up Skiffy Tube and seeing if we can’t get our house on some paranormal reality show?
Note to pranksters: One digital camera, one operating flash on said digital camera and one lit cigarette held between the fingers of the hand supporting the camera will probably be enough to get you lots of attention from the paranormal reality types…
That’s Dog (Eric), Big-Boobed Loudmouth (Quinn) and Dog (dog).
Bo absolutely adores Quinn (he runs into traffic to go see her) and it was quite funny to see him suddenly realize that the woman who’s face he couldn’t see from the floor was actually someone he knew.
More (and better) papercrafting from Karen. Everything with the exception of the kitchy lamp, jewelry stand and dresser was handmade.
A few other housekeeping chores:
Joe (high school buddy and former roommate) asks me to publicize one of his latest insane ideas – not because he’s promoting it, but because he wants to make sure that he has a legal basis for bringing suit just in case someone else does decide to do it. We are speaking here of a reality TV show concept, who’s name is:
DANCING WITH DEATHROW INMATES
Rest assured, if any of you reality show types wants to use the idea, permission will NOT be forthcoming.
Joe is also my compatriot in launching a new social awareness organization onto the internet. T-shirts will be forthcoming. I speak now of the CHECKOUT LINE VIGILANTES, a national organization of volunteers dedicated to insuring that people standing in the Ten Items Or Less line at the supermarket actually have TEN ITEMS OR LESS in their baskets.
Don’t be surprised if you see a CLV monitoring your aisle, making sarcastic comments about adults who can’t count, badgering checkout girls (and boys), calling for a manager or slipping things you don’t want into your basket.
It may not be the biggest issue facing mankind right now, but express checkout line abuse HAS GOT TO STOP! The man-hours wasted must number in the millions, if not billions.
READ THE FRICKIN SIGN people. If it says ‘Ten Items or Less’, that means ten. Not 11. The same number of items as most people have fingers. Two items of the exact same thing DO NOT count as one, they are two. (A bag of multiple vegetables is still one.) A ‘five for the price of three’ special does not count as three – it counts as FIVE.
We’re on to all of you cheaters. We’ve been watching you for years, secretly recording your tricks and slight-of-hand moves. And now we are preparing to take action. BEWARE of checkout line embarrassment, because we’re going to deliver it in spades!
Smokers – if you have ten items in the basket and then ask for a pack of smokes, YOU’RE OVER THE LIMIT. Ten items PLUS cigarettes is ELEVEN.
LEARN TO FREAKIN COUNT! people.
If you’d like to join the CLV, just email me. We need all the help we can get. EXPRESS CHECKOUT LINE ITEM ABUSE MUST STOP!
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