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O HAI I UPGRADED UR LENS

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One year ago today, the best cat ever died. Sadly, Glenn Beck lives on.

And that’s why I have given up on life.

Seriously, though, Spike was the reason I got into photography. I got my first camera so that I could take pictures of him. Ironically (or shittily) I didn’t even get a decent camera until after he kicked the bucket.

Anyway, these are some of my favorites, out of the several thousand* I took of him…

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* NOT AN EXAGGERATION

(THIS USED TO BE A FEW DIFFERENT POSTS)

Since I couldn’t figure out a free/painless way to edit a million photos’ EXIF data, I made a shortcode instead, and will just enter locations by hand in the post.
More of the same, but with actual correctness now »

So, let’s set the wayback machine to a more innocent time. Barring that, let’s go back to October 19, 2006. I wrote this in my inter-net livejournal online blog page site:

Title: I cold invented a word tonight

I uttered the new word “GROINTMENT” many times in the course of this evening.

A. said “I think ‘groin’ is the ugliest word in the English language” and Ted said that “ointment” was even worse, so of course I had to top them both.

GROINTMENT. Groin + Ointment = Grointment!

GROINTMENT! “Dapper Dan, for the groin!” (tm Ted)

G R O I N T M E N T !

Order now, operators are standing by…

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And then, I came up with the best song title ever: “Frodo applies the grointment to Sam”. I am never drinking again.

So tonight I was thinking to myself, and wondering if anyone on earth was insane enough to have also come up with that word. The answer may surprise you, but probably not »

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Thanks, kitten friend!

Yeah, so there’s that movie coming out that’s named after everyone’s favorite relationship status on Facebook: “Single”. No, wait: “It’s Complicated”. But what you may not know is that the original title for the movie was “You Have 29382638 Farmville Requests”.

Now click here, to finish this post.

I always completely hate Christmas until the tree goes up. Most of the hate is actually dread at the thought of putting the tree up. But last night a discovery was made: I still have my janky-ass fiber optic tree, with the built-in ornaments ($12 at Big Lots, 5 or 6 years ago). Bonus: zoom-burst pics!

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Also bonus: the kitten won’t destroy this one as easily.

Suck it, more tasteful fake tree with the tasteful ornaments and string of lights that you have to painstakingly hand-apply!

Since I also hate dismantling the aforementioned tasteful fake tree, it usually stays up until well past Easter. This one is pretty easy (just fold it up or something), so it should come down at least by Valentine’s day… spring break at the latest.

The part where I actually take decent pics with my babby…

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INDOORS, because it is minus two million degrees outside.

In honor of my 70-300mm babby coming back from the shop, I took a test picture on this cloudy morning, in my dimly lit apartment, from across the room, with the flash on.

It lives!

According to the repair report, the aperture assembly needed adjustment or replacement. They also threw in some general checking and adjusting. Thank you so much, six year warranty. My babby was out of my hands for just over two weeks, which—considering that most of that was shipping back and forth, A-AND it was over Thanksgiving—is a pretty quick turnaround.