Our digital camera broke a couple months ago. More accurately, Bev and I broke our digital camera a couple months ago. By dropping it from the end of a literal 20-foot pole onto the ice at the local skating rink. You see, Bev, her friend Michael, and (to a far lesser degree) I had spent a long time painting the Ice Wizards logo into center ice, and we were trying to get a picture of it from a decent angle. So in the never-say-die and never-think-things-through spirit of American invention, we tied it to the end of the pole and set the picture timer, and I hoisted the pole straight up over my head with the lens pointing down. The picture turned out okay:
The camera, however, predictably plummeted to its doom milliseconds after the above was snapped.
Bev and I finally got around to buying a replacement camera, and we saved a few simoleons by getting a used one from an Amazon seller in Iowa. When it arrived yesterday, however, we discovered that the seller forgot to clear her pictures from the memory card before mailing it to us. Being the unscrupulous people we are, these 253 photos were immediately transferred to our computer, and we had a fun few minutes flipping through them. Nothing embarrassing and nothing that smacks of international espionage, which I guess is anticlimactic in a way, but the Found fan in me still found a lot to love about the sweet collection of shots documenting the get-togethers, vacations, and school projects of a family I will never meet. I've decided that there's really no harm in sharing a few of the ones I liked best, so you too can enjoy a frisson of voyeuristic pleasure. Here:
CURRENT MUSIC: Score by Village of Savoonga.
CURRENT MOOD: Respectful.
CURRENT ASSESSMENT OF KATHY GRIFFIN: She is smugly witless. This assessment hasn't changed since the days of Suddenly Susan, but as always, I vow to keep you apprised of the situation.