WWWhat in the World Wide Web

So I had the afternoon off, and decided to go look for some new (to me) Tag-bots. I didn’t find the one I was looking for, but I did find this:

I have no response to that.

As in Fiesta Cafe, one of my favorite restaurants in town.

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The great bananaphone dump continues!

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That is all.

Reeko likes human food. A lot. I’ve been trying to get pics of his begging, but he’s too fast. (And lately my camera’s been all, “I heard you like your cameraphone so I’m going to be all slow and laggy too!”)

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This was the best I could do before threatening to trade my camera for a guitar that stays in tune. (I also threaten to trade my guitar for a speedlite every time it goes out of tune.)

The other day, my friend sent me a picture that is definitely a worthy addition to my list of saddest things. Brace yourself, because here it is:

Seriously. If you want to get as sad as possible as quickly as possible, you can’t beat this picture, or the product pictured. It’s right up there with bluegrass covers of Modest Mouse songs. High octane sadness fuel, I shit thee not. I can’t even go into all the reasons right now, because I have to go drink a glass of sand.

This is the part where I say that I’ll have to write more in the future about how store-brand knockoff products always make me feel a little odd (trips to Aldi were dangerous, to say the least), but I probably will never get around to it.

Usually Woody does all her cutest things in the most impossible lighting conditions, and runs off if you even say the word “camera” or reach for one. Worse, she finally realized that phones have cameras too. But this time, it was bounce card to the rescue.

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This is also one of those times when my camera’s crop factor works in my favor. I have to stand further away when using the 50mm. And since I am a “big galoot” whose every movement sends Woody running away, that extra distance means I (probably) won’t startle her with my oafishness.

The downside of accepting this challenge: I had to boost ISO and exposure compensation in all these pics, and that gave me a nice stuck pixel to shoop out of every pic.

EXIF data. Every cameraphone I’ve had has done something stupid with EXIF data. And by “something” I mean EVERYTHING. So I have to open up EXIF Pilot, and…

• Copy what it says in the “Date Time” field over to “Date Time Original” and “Date Time Digitized” (which are almost always blank). This magically makes the rest of the data appear.
• Delete anything in the “Image Description” field, because wordpress likes to make the attachment page’s url based on whatever’s in there (usually something useless like “exif_jpeg_t422″ or “SAMSUNG”).
• MAYBE SOMEDAY: change the “Camera Model” field from something cryptic (“HERO200″, “GT-I9000″) to the human-readable name of whatever phone actually took that pic.
• OH GOD, NO: try to restore all the EXIF data that Vignette strips out. (I’m shit out of luck with Retro Camera, because it doesn’t save an original/unaltered copy.)
• HAHA, YEAH RIGHT: stop being so OCD about stupid crap no one cares about.

Since that’s a whole lot of work for some crappy phone pics, I’ve been sitting on them for a while. Too bad, because I have, like, OVER SIX HUNDRED new cat pics. I am not even exaggerating.

Yet another cameraphone photodump, “stop taking pictures of your gear and start playing” edition:

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Another cameraphone photodump, “when in doubt, take pics of toys” edition:

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