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I have to go all logon for comments because some chazer has me on his spam email list. So hopefully the 'bot will stop earmarking my blog and move onto the next one. But in the meantime you wanna comment, not only will you have to logon to do so, but everything is moderated (so if you want to send me a super secret message, guhhead).

In other news, I spent the last two days buying cameras. I found the following and all in working order: Kodak Brownie Hawkeye, Kodak Brownie Holiday, Baby Brownie Special, Kodak Instamatic x15, Argus Cintar, and an Arrow (which is a Diana Debutaunte without the branding). This is added to my two Argoflex that I already have and the two Poloroid that my Dad gave me a month ago, my Holgas, my Olympus OM10 and my three or so digital cameras. They are all out instead of piled in a box in the closet so maybe I will get my tush in gear and use them.

I have never actually fancied myself a photographer because I think I have a terrible eye, never just focus on one thing, I am all over the place subject-wise and I believe truely that a photographer is the kind of person that has a dark room in their bedroom closet instead of shoes. I couldn't do that because the chemicals no matter what I do instantly make me want to pee.

My Dad had a darkroom set up in the warehouse next to the meat packing plant when I was growing up. We would go there on Sunday's and play around with developing and stuff. I remember that so well. And because I hated to go downstairs in the dark by myself I would stand there having to pee I was miserable. Plus the warehouse guys were really filthy and I hated using that bathroom over by the office. Even then I was a princess. I was seriously bummed when he sold all the equipment because now I probably could afford to have someone use it at a co-op or something. I know that The Other Side Arts downtown had a darkroom and the fees were obviously reasonable, going there now (not working downtown would be an issue, and I used to be their landlord along with D so it would be kinda weird, or not, I don't know) might be my option because I won't have to buy any equipment and chemicals and I know exactly where the bathrooms are and they are clean.

I stopped by Wolf camera to see about 120 expired rolls but they didn't have any in-stock, I know who totally beat me to the stock and I curse him....but its ok. He is the one that told me to go there in the first place. I put in an order for 10 rolls of 127 and I am frightened by what that will cost me, its no longer made but the guy said they have a source...we will just see. I found a place online that sells it and link to it here so should you find yourself wanting to buy that Brownie... just like me you can buy film for it still.

One of the guys, Bill, that I bought a couple of the cameras from yesterday told me all about his sister who was a photographer in the Navy during WWII. And that one of the cameras that I bought was hers (yeah right) but it is a good story none the less, I believe the part about his sister being in the Navy but I seriously doubt that I bought one of her cameras. I totally overpaid for one of them buy about 10 bucks, but I did get the story so its ok. He was a nice guy and since he was in the store told the Antique Mall lady to give me 10% off. So its ok, I guess.

So I have the bug in a way. Which isn't a bad thing. I need to get a battery for my Olympus and didn't even thing about that when I was at Wolf. Oops. Next weekend.