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Hello. Stuff happens, but not so good with make typey typey. Is brain wear.
Got a digital camera last night. So far I have learned how to put in the batteries, insert the memory card (Wow! It's like paying $30 for a postage stamp!), and turn it on and off. Oh, and sort of take pictures, albeit orange ones, but they disappear when the camera turns off. So that's the next thing to work on. It has a swell close-up macro thing, so I can photograph tiny toys. And apparently, video. Also it was on sale.
The last one I used was much easier, because I took a picture, gave the camera back to Sharon, and she did everything else.
Sewing stuff for the goddamn doll. Nothing much to show yet -- stuff's finished, but we're kind of low on coordinates. I'm very pissed, because she can get better sneakers than I can, for much less money. The black faux-Converse knee-high boots are fantastic. Yesterday I sent off for a pair of brown and gold brocade hi-tops. For her. Little bitch.
On the other hand, her pre-made clothing costs a good deal more than mine, whereas a half-yard of silk on the remnant table can be had for a buck, so...sewing.
Brisco County, Jr. remains the awesomest thing that ever awed. Bowler's assertion in the last episode that they'll be back after a brief hiatus still hurts, dammit. I still remember a phone conversation with Charlene:
"I didn't get to see it. I think we taped it."
"I hope you did. It had Pirates. And quicksand. And a whipping."
"Quicksand? Oh, my God!"
"Quicksand! Swear to God. When's the last time you saw a show with quicksand?"
"Pirates? Really? Pirates?"
"Pirates! It was like every show from when we were little squoze down into an hour."
"Quicksand..."
"Yeah. Really, all it needed was a tarantula going up somebody's arm."
And then, I swear, I can hear the expression on her face get that little devious grin thing it used to get. "And a gorilla," she said.
"Oh God, yes!"
If Lost had been made in 1969, there would be so...much...quicksand. The Black Rock would be full of pirates. And the polar bear would fight a gorilla. In quicksand.
Got a digital camera last night. So far I have learned how to put in the batteries, insert the memory card (Wow! It's like paying $30 for a postage stamp!), and turn it on and off. Oh, and sort of take pictures, albeit orange ones, but they disappear when the camera turns off. So that's the next thing to work on. It has a swell close-up macro thing, so I can photograph tiny toys. And apparently, video. Also it was on sale.
The last one I used was much easier, because I took a picture, gave the camera back to Sharon, and she did everything else.
Sewing stuff for the goddamn doll. Nothing much to show yet -- stuff's finished, but we're kind of low on coordinates. I'm very pissed, because she can get better sneakers than I can, for much less money. The black faux-Converse knee-high boots are fantastic. Yesterday I sent off for a pair of brown and gold brocade hi-tops. For her. Little bitch.
On the other hand, her pre-made clothing costs a good deal more than mine, whereas a half-yard of silk on the remnant table can be had for a buck, so...sewing.
Brisco County, Jr. remains the awesomest thing that ever awed. Bowler's assertion in the last episode that they'll be back after a brief hiatus still hurts, dammit. I still remember a phone conversation with Charlene:
"I didn't get to see it. I think we taped it."
"I hope you did. It had Pirates. And quicksand. And a whipping."
"Quicksand? Oh, my God!"
"Quicksand! Swear to God. When's the last time you saw a show with quicksand?"
"Pirates? Really? Pirates?"
"Pirates! It was like every show from when we were little squoze down into an hour."
"Quicksand..."
"Yeah. Really, all it needed was a tarantula going up somebody's arm."
And then, I swear, I can hear the expression on her face get that little devious grin thing it used to get. "And a gorilla," she said.
"Oh God, yes!"
If Lost had been made in 1969, there would be so...much...quicksand. The Black Rock would be full of pirates. And the polar bear would fight a gorilla. In quicksand.