On my pilgrimage to the Temple of Consumer Electronics, where I regularly pay my tithes to the Gods of Geek, I was sent to pick up a network interface card to share between my used laptops. I found that, and then I figured that while I was about it, I might as well go gawk at the selection of digital cameras.
And. Heh.
When there's a cute little 3 megapixel camera with those little necessities like a preview window and a flash, and it's on sale, and it's the last day of the sale, and you do have that amount to spare...
... what's a geek girl supposed to do, eh?
Onboard storage is 16mb; not much, and I'm not sure if the memory card I have about for a palmtop is compatible or not. The camera takes Secure Digital memory cards. I feel immensely smug. The old Intel camera is good for standard use, but for good resolution, dark, or such things, I'll want this one. The Intel is still easier for me to use, and it's got the burst mode that I've found invaluable for when I know my hands are jittery and I don't want to spoil a good composition by being a butterfingers, and it's also a video camera and a webcam -- but this new one, it is very good.
I also took the opportunity to pick up some TMBG stuff that I'd been missing out on. Hello, The Spine. Hello, Mink Car. (Man, it's so loud in here.) I borrowed an electronic library copy of that song from an LJ-pal who's been lost to time, the one other person interested in a particular beer according to the interests list, until I wasn't interested in it anymore. I fell in love with the song right then and there. All that unplugged energy has to go somewhere, and it goes into my brain...
