Day 338 through 342

Ha! I didn't forget about this blog. It was Christmas, and I didn't take any pictures for awhile. I feel a bit creepy just going around and taking pictures of people like that, okay?

But instead, I later took some pictures with my mother's film camera! It's nice and fancy and old. Apparently two of the rolls of film didn't turn out right (lame!), so I've only got so many to share. Doing the counting, I've got to give you guys Sunday through Thursday: five pictures.

I got them on a CD, which lets me do what I want with them. Hurray!



I thought that last one was rather cool. You're being freed into a world where you can run and play on the swings you had as a kid, y'know?

In the middle of walking around, I looked down and saw a four leaf clover! I picked it (the pictures of it with the rest of the clover didn't turn out well) and had a bit of fun with it.

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To no one in particular,

I hate all haikus. Even when I speak in them, without knowing it.

-Wes

Day 337

So I messed up on day numberings and thought I was too far ahead. It turns out I'm right on time. How quaint!

I took pictures outside with my mother's film camera. It's a Canon 750 for the camera-smart people out there.I don't know or remember anything about the lens, other than that it felt like a wide angle even though it wasn't labeled like one. It was nice going around with a non-digital camera for once!

As I walked around the front and back yards, I accidentally spotted a four leaf clover. I took some pictures of it near the end of the film roll, then discovered that I had completely failed at putting the film roll completely in when changing them. So I went out and took 24 more pictures, including ones of the clover that was placed where I found it in such a way that I hope it looks natural. We'll see.

This picture, however, was after all that. The fourth leaf looks a little shy, and the clover was curling up. I got out my lamp and, after a bulb change, took this picture. I'm not 100% pleased with it, and I wasn't pleased with using a digital point-and-shoot either. Oh well.

Merry Christmas, peeps. I hope you get what you need, even if its not what you want.

Day 333, 334, 335, 336

Ho ho ho!

Judgmental Penguin is watching you from above. Be careful, for he is more watchful than Santa Claus. He also only knows when you've been naughty; he couldn't care if you've been nice. Thus is the life of Judgmental Penguin.

But hey, Christmas is on the way. The 'rents decorated the house today, and we have the (fake) tree put up now, as you can see. I got to pull it up from the basement, and Mom basically put it up. It's been in the family for years. The leaves have metal tips that get put into the center shaft. Completely safe. It has to be at least 10-20 years old by now, I'm sure. We've also got the manger set at the bottom, which has also been around for awhile. Not much else to say, other than that I think this picture turned out nice compared to the originals.

Why haven't I been updating? Simple - I've been at work and taking no pictures! The Christmas ones were taken today, and Judgmental Penguin had his picture taken Tuesday.

Working short shifts on Wednesday and Thursday was fun and relaxed. I get to drive around the golf cart for deliveries. The thing is a speed demon! A whole five miles per hour! It's crazy!


So, these are the stockings for my immediate family. They're hanging up over the parents' fireplace now. The ones on the ends are my parents' stockings. They figure that, since we get these nice sized socks that they get the big socks for presents.

Also, all the brick and stone is actually stucco. I used to think that it was brick and stone until I figured it out when I was about 10 or 11 (I've lived here since I was 2). Dad does fake brick and things like that. It's pretty convincing.

Lastly, these things. Oh God these things. Five of the six grandkids are getting these things. They spin and make giggling noises that would easily drive parents insane. I'm kind of glad that I only have to deal with these tomorrow, though. Poor parents have to deal with them even more.

If you're wondering, the fifth one is a giraffe. And if my body is found in my room on Christmas, then this picture will be my suicide note. I can take some annoyance and I regard myself as a patient person, but these things are bad. Just plain bad. Hopefully I'll survive.

That's all the pictures for now. Maybe I'll actually have an on-time post tomorrow. Then pigs will fly and Christmas will have freezing temperatures this year.