Some Bunny to Love / Old School

How much do you want to bury your face in that belly and blow bubbles on it?

My dad found his old 35mm SLR, a Konica FC-1, the one he used to take thousands of pictures of me with when I was a kid. He's giving it to me, and I'm getting all choked up just thinking about it. I was hoping to have my first exhibit before the year ends, and it would be perfect if I could use that camera for it.

I love my Canon 40D and it serves me well with my commercial work, but I'm looking forward to developing my own film again. Jeff is also getting his dad's old Canon AE-1 this Friday. We're toying with the idea of turning the other bathroom into a darkroom, getting a black and white film enlarger, and a negative scanner. I'm trying not to get carried away but I think I'm way past the point of no return.

In other news, Jeff and I are going on a road trip on Sunday. Love!

Summertime

It's summer here already. I'd love to go the beach but we're just starting out with the business and can't afford to have a vacation this soon. I'm hoping we'll have enough time and resources for a trip to the beach next summer. I'm thinking a week of March 2009 in Boracay. Who wants to come with? Yeah, this is a pathetic way to make myself feel better, but hey, I'll take it. It's something to look forward to. Sometimes you just need these things to get by.

In other news, a cockroach flew in from the balcony and grazed my arm. I froze in place and screamed for maybe ten seconds. And then I ran away. Shame on me. The husband smacked it mid-air with a slipper, and all is right with the world again. Back to work.

Bite Me

Today is Heart Attack Monday at our place. Nothing beats greasy fast food when you're too tired to cook. Not that we ever need an excuse not to cook. We suck at it anyway.

We spent the entire day on our respective computers, passing Thumby (the thumb drive) back and forth. We have separate workstations with our backs to each other. I intensely dislike feeling crowded when I'm working so this arrangement works well for me. But I have to say the sound of his mouse clicking is comforting.