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Enter The GRAVEYARD
Jun. 19th, 2008 11:43 amYou know, moving always seems to involve a fond farewell to items you'd rather chuck than pack. Or items you should have chucked long ago.
Here are a few things I decided to let go.
The Dead Camera Society.
Ironically, I seemed to have killed each and every one of them in 2007 alone.
Seriously. I'm not making this up.
Let me introduce you to them.
Third camera from the left, that somehow looks more like an ancient hand-held AM radio: That was the first camera to die in 2007. I probably miss that one most of all.
That was my second digital camera evar (ironically, the first one lived until I chucked it, too) and was the one used back when Da Babies were riotously funny on video. Turkey Terror, PizzaPhobia, Frosting Babies, the SuperBowl Halftime Cleanup Party, Babies Kicking Babies...yeah. All the really, REALLY good ones.
I dropped it in the bathroom while packing to leave for my grandmother's funeral and it struck the tiled floor on a bottom corner. That was just enough to ensure it wouldn't start unless it was squeezed together. So I replaced it with...
Camera 2 which isn't here, but looks a lot like the one on the far right. Camera 2's first shot was of a still-dressing Cookies, which led to her chasing me all around my apartment and nearly breaking it five minutes after I bought it. Nevertheless, it found its final resting place several months later after a fall from Da Babies' chest of drawers. If only I could blame them for doing it. It was me.
Camera 3 (which actually IS the camera farthest to the right) was an impulse purchase while on sale for a mere $69. I gave it to Da Babies and challenged them to shoot funny videos of their own. Fail. I suppose they make better actors than directors. Actually, this camera isn't dead--but it should be.
I dropped it in the toilet of all places last summer. Dear, sweet heaven PLEASE don't ask how because I couldn't tell you myself. Wait, wait. I used to keep my battery charger in the bathroom. Perhaps that had something to do with it. Anyway, after it went kerplosh I snatched it out, whipped out the batteries and SD card, chopped my right hand off, sprouted a new one and let the camera sit for at least three weeks. So, while it isn't quite as destroyed as the rest, I think it's earned a spot in the photo. Don't you?
The camera laying down was a freebie from Quest thanking me for keeping my overpriced, worthless dial-up phone line when I moved instead of going VOIP, Cable, cellular or any other less-expensive, more useful service. Actually, that had much more to do with their lack of availability than anything else. That POS wasn't even as good as the cam in my cell phone. I 'gave' it to Da Midget, who kinda let it sit and collect dust until I managed to drop it behind my chest of drawers in my bedroom. The only thing that made me happy about finding it was retrieving my SD card from it.
The camera behind the camera laying down was a film camera. I liked that one...until I realized I could shoot 2987987987 times the photos for a fraction of the price. It died an ignominious death of dust, neglect and possibly propping open a desk cabinet or something.
The camera on the left is the one I miss second-most. Ree Ree gave it to me out of the blue (yeah, just handed it to me like that) because she bought a better one. Would you believe it was my first auto-focusing digital camera? Yeah. To think I shot so much with such crappy equipment previously!
This cam died a slow, lingering, poetic death after being strapped to my waist during my first-ever, back-row, after-dark ride aboard Cyclops. That coaster has so much vicious air that an item secured in a padded case means NOTHING. I couldn't get the shutter to open for almost a day after that hard slam. Once I could coax it open, it was still good for a great many things. I shot Speed Babies the next day, Kar-UH's fried snicker bar adventure, our first DaddyBaby day, my 40th...in fact, I thought I was still good to go until the shutter button popped off one day. It went down fighting in a blaze of glory. A beautiful way to go if you gotta.
Brenda replaced it Christmas day with a cam just as good for a fraction of the price. So goes technology.
But I don't think I'll break this one. Nuh uh. Wouldn't be healthy.
Here are a few things I decided to let go.
The Dead Camera Society.
Ironically, I seemed to have killed each and every one of them in 2007 alone.
Seriously. I'm not making this up.
Let me introduce you to them.
Third camera from the left, that somehow looks more like an ancient hand-held AM radio: That was the first camera to die in 2007. I probably miss that one most of all.
That was my second digital camera evar (ironically, the first one lived until I chucked it, too) and was the one used back when Da Babies were riotously funny on video. Turkey Terror, PizzaPhobia, Frosting Babies, the SuperBowl Halftime Cleanup Party, Babies Kicking Babies...yeah. All the really, REALLY good ones.
I dropped it in the bathroom while packing to leave for my grandmother's funeral and it struck the tiled floor on a bottom corner. That was just enough to ensure it wouldn't start unless it was squeezed together. So I replaced it with...
Camera 2 which isn't here, but looks a lot like the one on the far right. Camera 2's first shot was of a still-dressing Cookies, which led to her chasing me all around my apartment and nearly breaking it five minutes after I bought it. Nevertheless, it found its final resting place several months later after a fall from Da Babies' chest of drawers. If only I could blame them for doing it. It was me.
Camera 3 (which actually IS the camera farthest to the right) was an impulse purchase while on sale for a mere $69. I gave it to Da Babies and challenged them to shoot funny videos of their own. Fail. I suppose they make better actors than directors. Actually, this camera isn't dead--but it should be.
I dropped it in the toilet of all places last summer. Dear, sweet heaven PLEASE don't ask how because I couldn't tell you myself. Wait, wait. I used to keep my battery charger in the bathroom. Perhaps that had something to do with it. Anyway, after it went kerplosh I snatched it out, whipped out the batteries and SD card, chopped my right hand off, sprouted a new one and let the camera sit for at least three weeks. So, while it isn't quite as destroyed as the rest, I think it's earned a spot in the photo. Don't you?
The camera laying down was a freebie from Quest thanking me for keeping my overpriced, worthless dial-up phone line when I moved instead of going VOIP, Cable, cellular or any other less-expensive, more useful service. Actually, that had much more to do with their lack of availability than anything else. That POS wasn't even as good as the cam in my cell phone. I 'gave' it to Da Midget, who kinda let it sit and collect dust until I managed to drop it behind my chest of drawers in my bedroom. The only thing that made me happy about finding it was retrieving my SD card from it.
The camera behind the camera laying down was a film camera. I liked that one...until I realized I could shoot 2987987987 times the photos for a fraction of the price. It died an ignominious death of dust, neglect and possibly propping open a desk cabinet or something.
The camera on the left is the one I miss second-most. Ree Ree gave it to me out of the blue (yeah, just handed it to me like that) because she bought a better one. Would you believe it was my first auto-focusing digital camera? Yeah. To think I shot so much with such crappy equipment previously!
This cam died a slow, lingering, poetic death after being strapped to my waist during my first-ever, back-row, after-dark ride aboard Cyclops. That coaster has so much vicious air that an item secured in a padded case means NOTHING. I couldn't get the shutter to open for almost a day after that hard slam. Once I could coax it open, it was still good for a great many things. I shot Speed Babies the next day, Kar-UH's fried snicker bar adventure, our first DaddyBaby day, my 40th...in fact, I thought I was still good to go until the shutter button popped off one day. It went down fighting in a blaze of glory. A beautiful way to go if you gotta.
Brenda replaced it Christmas day with a cam just as good for a fraction of the price. So goes technology.
But I don't think I'll break this one. Nuh uh. Wouldn't be healthy.
