Fuck Flickr. I’m fed up with having my photos held hostage.
When the time comes when you need to carry your amp a short distance through a rain shower, you’ll find yourself wishing that you had a nifty means of keeping it dry. You can buy a fitted cover for a tidy sum, or throw something together on the cheap that does an adequate job.
This is my new bass amp – an Ashdown Electric Blue 12-180. You can get a fitted cover for £35 but I’m making one out of a spare Ikea shopping bag that cost 25p.
This afternoon, Bernard and I went for a walk ((usually this is defined as “I walked while he sat in his orange pushchair and watched the world go by”, but on this occasion, I mean it in the more conventional sense)). We stood on the railway bridge and waited for trains to pass under us.
Then we went through the churchyard and on to the park, where we witnessed some life-affirming graffiti.
On the way back we shared a Mr Whippy. We saw a moth that seemed to still be just barely alive, but this minor fact was of no significance to the ants.
In March, we had a lawn installed. One of the things that was removed as part of the transformation was a non-functional water feature. Once upon a time it had been home to a frog or two, but I don’t think that any had lived there for a while, probably because I kept lifting the stones to shout “Look! Frogs!”
Too late we realised that actually, there might be benefits to having frogs living in your garden, specifically slug control.
Meanwhile, our back yard is a mess of pots and things – it’s one of those things that needs sorting out one day, when all of the higher priority stuff has been done. The other day I noticed that a green plastic tray, which had collected a decent amount of rainwater, was now teeming with tadpoles.
It is our project to protect these little punctuation marks, keeping their water topped up, and maybe even building some kind of special tank which will protect them from predators, and giving them the best start in life possible. I shall call it a *froggery*.
It wasn’t actually even a particularly large spider. I just like winding Sevitz up.
I bought my Nikon D40 from a camera shop. I spent a fair amount of time talking to the expert behind the counter, discussing what I would get if I were to buy a more expensive camera.
The expert was telling me how a more expensive camera might have more megapixels, it will be more sturdily built (hence able to withstand harsher conditions), and it will have more buttons on the body which would allow me to change settings quickly (instead of having to navigate through piles of menus).
I nodded, and let him know that none of this was particularly compelling. I gave him one last chance to upsell me. I told him that I had no intention of buying another DSLR in the next few years, so I needed to get the right one first time. Was the Nikon D40 missing any features which, in six months time, I would really really want.
No, said the expert. Definitely not.
Six months later, with an interest in experimenting with HDR photography, I discovered that the Nikon D40 does not have Automatic Exposure Bracketing. Fuck you, expert.
There’s a local duckpond. Bernard and I dropped by on Thursday. There were a dozen ducks and this dude.
The manilla jiffy bag! Gasp! It’s so fucking exciting!
