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My big camera’s back from the shop…. and the hot shoe is still malfunctioning…

This supports my theory that people don’t READ anymore… (The documentation I sent in with the camera was extensive… but if you didn’t pay attention to it and just ran standard bench tests – I’m sure the camera would check out just fine).

I “had” ordered the new R1 that’s coming out…. But the botched repair, (three weeks down for what?!?!)… and the overall lack-fucking-luster performance of the F828 before malfunctioning has finally made me snap and cancel my order… I’m an ass for ever getting rid of my old F717 which was really a great little system.

Nikon – honey! I’m comin’ home.

That’s all I shot with in the days before digital… I still miss my old F4….

The rig I have my eyes on isn’t out yet – but for tax purposes I’ll probably head in to the local camera shop and slap down the Gs and pre-order before the new year.

At least Chad was happy that the camera was back… He spent yesterday afternoon hanging out with the cats doing some more of his amazing candid shots beneath the tree.

Meanwhile – I’m not blogging… I’m still reading D200 reviews and shopping lenses.

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soup redux


Why is homemade soup so good the days “after” you make it?

The chicken soup Kevin whipped up over the weekend is REALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY good now.

We can’t figure out if Loki is still growing or he’s just getting poofy because of the winter.

I still can’t figure out if I’m blogging.

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he becomes it


Signs over the weekend that Loki’s plumbing was coming on-line insisted that the inevitable come: His first trip to the vet and subsequent emasculation.

To his credit – he was a complete ANGEL.

We put down the cat carrier and he voluntarily walked right in and laid down.

Not a peep during the drive.

Not a peep while being woman-handled by the vet and techs. (who all fell in love with “oh my god he’s only 9 months old” big fluffy-tailed kitty!)

Not a peep when they took him away to take a sample of his blood.

He didn’t have to make a sound of protest… It was all in his eyes… Not pissed… More like a very sad “Why is this happening daddy?”

I bawled.

The next day was his surgery… We dropped him off in the morning on the way to work. Again…. He was a perfect docile angel during the trip and even when the tech took him away.

I held my breath until we hit the door to the parking lot…. and bawled again… and continued doing so till we got to work.

Kevin was shocked by the intensity of my emotional outburst…. especially since I’d always maintaned a hard line “I’m not a cat person, but they’re o.k.” position…

I was shocked too… primarily because I couldn’t articulate “why” I was crying.

He’s back.. Surgery went just fine… “HE” is now an “IT”.

Speaking of emasculate – Why am I such a cry baby anymore? (I was never like this in my 20s)

Why am I blogging…. no wait… I’m not.