Film One

We’ve reached the time of year where I’m envious of anyone who lives above the Mason-Dixon line, as most of you are probably really looking forward to summer, with Memorial Day next weekend and all. I’m imagining you may live in a climate where you can step outside without a) your face melting off; b) getting eaten alive by any number of mosquitoes and/or fire ants; or c) cowering in fear of spontaneous lightning that could sizzle your undies off, leaving nothing but you exsiccated corpse, reminiscent of a dried-out cockroach carcass.

And I won’t even mention hurricane season because I just can’t, but oh, the season of terror is upon us, and by terror, I actually mean the weather is a terrorist of sorts, haunting us with what it might do, and while yes, it’s entirely possible that we could all be wiped out with a strong gust of wind, the likelihood is still very slim. (Or if it’s not, do me a favor and keep it to yourself and leave me to my light breezy illusions, hmmm?)

Anyway, it was Adam’s birthday this weekend, and to say he wanted it low-key is like saying that Kermit and Miss Piggy don’t belong together (they totally do, and Muppets Take Manhattan remains one of my favorite movies, and I know how wrong that sounds), and the biggest thrill we had all weekend was some wild Flex Points spending on some nachos and beer, because no one really knows how to party like we do. Nobody.

There was, however, some excitement on Friday when we finally bit the bullet and bought an SLR. I cannot tell you how happy this makes me, because my last camera was a Canon PowerShot that took one picture approximately every two to three minutes at its fastest. Not to mention the fact that the process of actually taking a photo involved pushing the button and then promptly falling asleep while the camera heavily debated the merits of actually taking a picture vs. crapping out entirely, and by the time it actually fired, the subject you were focusing on was on a plane heading for the Virgin Islands.

For those of you who care about such things, we went with a Nikon D40, the reasons for which are relatively simple: I liked the price and quality of the kit lens vs. the Canon Digital Rebel (emphasis on price), and I use a Nikon D70 for work which, while it’s way too much camera for me, made me comfortable enough with the Nikon. Ultimately, however, we cheated and asked Adam’s friends who founded this company and we figured, meh, they probably know what they’re talking about more than we do, so Nikon it is. And I love it, for the simplest of reasons, most of which are centered solely around the fact that when I push a button it actually takes a picture.

Dude, she’s running towards me. And she’s in focus. It’s a miracle!

Finally, and this is sort of pathetic, I need new bras. I realized today that I haven’t bought a new bra in (oh my God) at least two or three years, and honestly, I haven’t the foggiest idea where to start. I am not particularly…large… (34B, because I overshare and am unstoppable) so it’s not like I need a truckload of support, but my ever-shrinking form continues to take away from the bustline, so needing new bras was inevitable. Although, um, two years between bra purchases? Not so good.

The bra(s) I wear at the moment is a Victoria’s Secret Body By Victoria Ipex wireless thing, I think, and honestly, while I love it, I hate Victoria’s Secret and am largely against it on principle (up yours, Adriana Lima!). So, if you wouldn’t mind sharing, I’ll take your bra recommendations, please. I hate underwires, but if you must, I understand. And if you can’t be specific, I’m down with where you’ve had good luck buying decent bras in the sub-$40 range, preferably, unless they’re made of gold ingots that can be resold at a higher value and/or make me look like Adriana Lima herself.

Happy Monday!

*Modern English

25 comments May 20th, 2007