Boobery

Someone was giving me grief the other day for the paucity of blog entries over the last couple of months. I have, of course, only one reply to that: Dead laptop.

Gone, dear friends, are the days when I could spend the evening recording my useless thoughts for your mass consumption, or idly surfing the source of porn internet for interesting things that might inspire me to brilliance.

I do understand the nostalgia for my more prolific days. Though I do wonder about the quality of what I was writing when I was gushing and my Flying Fingers of Doom™ danced across the keyboard non-stop. I think I mostly complained a lot, but I do miss those days.

In any case, I spend a lot of my time now taking pictures, rather than tapping out entries. It's both a good and a bad thing.

Did I tell you, though, that I've managed to break my camera?

Yeah. I'm a genius.

I'd been getting a lot of smudges on my photos, owing, I thought, to some sort of dust on the sensor that captures the picture. So I foolishly decided I'd try to wipe it off. I did the sensor okay -- I used one of those cans of compressed air -- but then I noted that there seemed to be a lot of crap on the viewfinder too, so I tried to clean off the mirror that reflects the images up to the viewfinder, and the glass shield between that mirror and the rest of the world.

Broke 'em. Broke 'em good.

The upshot of all this is that, while my camera still takes pictures, the auto-focus is broken, and doesn't work. I'm learning to focus manually. That eliminates a lot of the, er, "action" shots I'm so fond of taking, and practically eliminates any chance of ever seeing a non-blurred picture taken in low light. Still, I suppose it could be worse.

So now I've got to find the money to have both my laptop and my camera repaired.

It's going to be a very, very long time.