Something Old, Something New

So my husband got me this fancy-pants camera for Mother's Day, because I quite literally ran my last one to the ground.  The kids' god-grandmother and god-grandfather sent it to 3of3 for her 1st birthday present.  Little did they know they'd be throwing her entire party a few weeks later, because god knows I know how to thank someone for a ridiculously kind gesture...by dropping myself and my three children at their doorstep and being all, "Throw us a party, yo!"

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Which they did, and it was perfect in every way.  And even though I totally suck, and I have no clue why they tolerate me, they do and for that reason I am the luckiest human alive.  I should really start playing the lottery.

Anyway, they sent me the World's Best Point and Shoot, and I have been truly, madly, deeply in love with it.  But dragging a poor, helpless camera with you every single place you ever go takes a toll on it, and for the better part of a year, I've only been able to shoot pictures at a 52 1/2 degree angle, which has made for some really awesome pictures but has grown the slightest bit, well, annoying as all fuck.  And then about a month ago, it went to sleep and never woke up the next day.  I'm not entirely sure it's dead yet; in fact, I think it may feel happy and be up for a nice walk, but until I can find a decent camera shop, I'm shit out of luck.

Was shit out of luck.

Daddy came through big time with a DSLR and gave it to me before Mother's Day so I could hide behind it while his mother was here take really nice pictures of his mom's visit.  This *almost* makes up for him putting three whole people in me that had to come out through, well, that.

I haven't used a manual camera since I was the photographer for my high school senior year book, which was just enough years ago that my underwear from then is officially out of style.  I'd always used one before, though.  My parents were kind of snobs about a few things, cameras being one of them.  We didn't always have dinner, but we had a Marantz amp and a '68 Fretless Wonder and really bomb-ass cameras.  In fact, my father still has and uses all three of those things.  And about 15 Beta desks.  He's a pack-rat and Betas are totally superior decks; shut up.

So I've got this new totally awesome camera and I can barely remember how to use the version of it that took film, let alone figure out digital excellence.  But I'm determined.  Someone sent me a subscription to American Photography and The Donor is insisting I take classes on how to use it to get me the fuck out of this house once in a while so it's sheer brilliance won't be squandered.

Meanwhile, I'm having fun toying with it.  Which means it's a boy.  I'm okay with that.  So far, I've guessed my way into a few pretty decent pictures.  (titles show up if you hover)

Walking on Sunshine
Upward and Onward
Into A Dream
In Bloom
Where The WIld Thing Is
On It's Way

I'm no Mishelle Lane, just yet, but look out woman....I'm on a mission.

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This Week In Rockstar Childrearing

Offered without much comment. Because really, there's no excuse.

That's quite a sneeze.



I'm not entirely sure antibiotics will clear that up. And speaking of sick...

Can We Build It?


Yes We Can.


Thwap



Yes, we make our sick three year old build our furniture. Don't worry; it gets worse.

World's Best Dad



That would be a direct quote taken from Ms. Bob the Builder earlier that same day.

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Steal My Sunshine

3of3 does a little work for RedSparks.com, and by "work", I mean "she gets followed around by her mother with a camera for a whole day or two and she gets really cute outfits for her troubles."  It's really a win/win situation.  This weekend we had a new outfit to shoot, and oh-my-god-the-sun-is-still-shining-here, so we spent the better part of two days soaking it up and getting the right pictures.

Which totally didn't suck for her.

Day #1: Park with the neighbor kids for 3 hours. Not the RIGHT pictures, but fun ones all the same.

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Day #2: Riding the ding-dong* downtown and back for no good reason at all.  (I edited each of these with a different tool in Picnik.com, because I have a million other things to do and I don't feel like doing any of them right now, that's why.)

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This one's just Vibrance.

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This one is using Focal Soften.

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This one uses Boost and 1960's.

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Lunch break. Or: Take out your dentures....

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I crush your heads!

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This one uses CinemaScope and then Sepia at about 50% strength.

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This little piggie got none. Nothing. I loved it just the way it was.

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This one uses Lomo-ish, also at about half-strength, give or take.

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This one uses Boost at around 25% and then Black and White effect painting in reverse.

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*The ding-dong is the bus or the SkyTrain, which is like the el through the city, if the el had magic powers that transformed it into a subway at certain key points along its route. Anyway, I think ding-dong is a much better word for them anyway; it's what they say and all. Kind of like fluflubee, but that's another story.**

**Anybody else suddenly have the urge to watch the Neverending Story?

Weekly They Better Fucking Winners

 Go steelers!



Personal aside: Terrible Towels are much easier to wave in your stupid husband's rooting-for-Arizona face if you don't put them "up" for "safe-keeping."

TMI aside: (1st qtr) There ain't nothing that makes us hotter than listening to Madden ramble on about penetration.

Ohp, there it is aside: (10 seconds later) Except him talking about penetration from both ends.  RAWR.

Money can't buy everything aside: (4th qtr) Apparently, the Steelers have to keep screwing themselves.  Over and over and over.  You're going to go blind, dudes.

Or you're not going to, after all aside: WOOOT.