And it's a Friday night debauchery followed by Monday morning guilt kind of morning. I can't believe I bought that camera. It's impulse buying like that which is responsible for me being trapped in an apartment with exploding plumbing. What a schmendrick I am. I thought my apartment was $250 under market value, but I saw a housing report a couple of weeks ago that let me know it's closer to $450. I'm paying Inland Empire prices for an apartment on the Westside of L.A.
All right. Enough chest-beating. I'm a fool—but I'm going to enjoy the hell out of that camera. I already have.
Thanks to Jodi for pointing me to Photobucket. You can't blame her for the misuse I've made of her advice, though.
ETA: Happy birthday, Jodi!!
Some completely stupid pictures here.
These are completely stupid, but they're the only pix that are okay enough to post at this point.
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This is my living room. Nobody wants to see my living room, but hey...it was there, so I photographed it. And carefully cropped out the clutter in front of the bookshelf in the foreground. All except the handle of the carpet cleaner which I forgot to move before madly snapping pix.
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This is my lace fan from the Jane Austen Museum in Bath and a portrait of me done by my friend Francesca when I had a wild and luxuriant perm. God, can you stand the excitement?
All right. Enough chest-beating. I'm a fool—but I'm going to enjoy the hell out of that camera. I already have.
Thanks to Jodi for pointing me to Photobucket. You can't blame her for the misuse I've made of her advice, though.
ETA: Happy birthday, Jodi!!
Some completely stupid pictures here.
These are completely stupid, but they're the only pix that are okay enough to post at this point.
[broken link]
This is my living room. Nobody wants to see my living room, but hey...it was there, so I photographed it. And carefully cropped out the clutter in front of the bookshelf in the foreground. All except the handle of the carpet cleaner which I forgot to move before madly snapping pix.
[broken link]
This is my lace fan from the Jane Austen Museum in Bath and a portrait of me done by my friend Francesca when I had a wild and luxuriant perm. God, can you stand the excitement?