I finally broke down and bought myself a nice digital SLR through NewEgg. I haven’t gotten it yet, but thanks to student loans, it’ll probably be here Monday. I’ve been putting it off . . . well, probably since they first came out with them. In a way, though, I’m glad because at least I waited until the point that the technology is so advanced that everything else won’t catch up to it for a while. Kind of like terabyte hard drives; who really needs that much space on their home computer?
I have always been a Canon girl. I don’t know why. Probably because it’s the brand my dad always used, and it’s the first brand of 35mm I used for a photography course I took in high school. Probably because it’s still more affordable than a Nikon D50. This one is a Rebel and has 8 megapixels which, according to what I’ve read, is a high enough quality to print off sparkling 11″x17″ photos.
It also makes me question the quality of my printer, and whether or not I can actually utilize the features it has. I’ve been using a Canon 4 megapixel Powershot for a couple of years. I had another one before that. I think I pawned it because I wanted to buy Charlie a PlayStation 2 for our anniversary. Then I was sad because I didn’t have a digital camera anymore.
We went to the fair today, early, because I’d been up since five and was beat and I open again tomorrow morning so I didn’t want to be out late. We ate a bit, tried the cajun corn fritters (Eee was correct in saying we needed to try them), had a funnel cake on the way out. We walked around a bit and I watched Charlie and Cavan consume their weight in corn dogs and turkey legs. Which sort of grossed me out. I don’t know why, but I have issues with meat at the state fair. I have issues with meat in general, but that’s another story.
Charlie took a photo of me feeding the goats (above) and when I was uploading the photos I thought it was someone else. I then recognized the earrings and shirt I was wearing, but my hair shocked me. I don’t think I’ve seen myself from the back since well before I stopped getting it cut last year. I definitely need to get the dead ends cut off but I’m afraid of what will happen when I go in somewhere. They’ll tell me I need to cut inches and inches off and all my hard work will be lost.
Whenever I used to watch makeover shows I always kind of laughed when women cried during their haircuts. In a way, I could sort of understand how they felt, but not until now do I realize why.