Tears for Fears
I’m finally settling into a format, I think. I got rid of that weird freaky header and just have the picture of Charles, as you can see. Much better. The color format is kinda blasé, but we’ll work on that.
Jessica asked if that’s a tear there on Charles’s cheek; indeed it is. I took that in the kitchen about 45 seconds after putting my new Sigma 24mm f/1.8 lens on my DSLR, and he was the handiest thing to use to see how well it worked. As 34-month-old kids are wont to be, he had just been sobbing over some slight (I think Sarah refused to let him eat cat food, or something like that) so he’d been telling a tale of woe to Mr. G (his stuffed giraffe). As I snapped, he went from “sad” to “interested” to “smiling freakishly and yelling ‘cheese,'” a transformation that took something like 8 seconds.
Would that I could so easily change my mood. To get me from “sad” to “happy” requires two hours, a fifth of Aberlour, a bag of redhots, and 5 new episodes of the Simpsons.
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