Something Is Wrong Here
There are a couple strange things going on in this post. None of which I am very happy about.
1.) If you haven’t noticed, it’s only 6:20 pst and I’m already blogging. Why am I awake?
2.) My fancy shmancy 50 mm lens for my camera SHATTERED INTO MY OATMEAL THIS MORNING.
If I was a a real photojournalist and pro blogger I would have quickly recovered, switched lenses and taken a photo of said broken lens floating in my overnight oats…..but I didn’t.
What I did do was just stare down in horror and wonder how do these things happen on Wednesday mornings at 6 am. When I was reaching for my camera to take a picture (pre-disaster), the strap was halfway stuck into my pajama drawer. I yanked, unknowingly and half asleep, camera crashed on the side of my bookshelf. I thought it was fine (these things have happened before) but when I went to take a photo, the whole thing just fell right off. Into my oats.
In this blurry shot, you can see a small piece of green……glass? from the lens?
Don’t worry. I picked it out and ate anyway. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t scarred and that doesn’t mean I’m in a good mood right now because I’m not.
Oh look. Oats with glass. Delicious.
I know my broken lens is only a “thing” and can be replaced. It’s not the biggest deal in the grand scheme of things and thankfully the other lens that came with the camera is still intact and in working condition. However, I really hope this isn’t a sign for the day to come because at noon I’m getting the keys to my new apartment and have a really busy day hauling boxes up and down three flights of stairs. I need all the positive energy I can get today.
What’s your worst gadget horror story? Ever dropped your phone into a pool or you camera into a glass of water at a Thai restaurant? I’ve done both. I think the WORST was when I was 16 and sitting on Christie’s dock one night way past curfew. I accidentally kicked my cellphone (nokia, baby) into the depths of the Indian River. I threatened to jump in after it and Christie had to hold me back. Try explaining that one to your parents.
I think I’m going to go back to bed for an hour now.