Pooped
Did the market happen? Yes. Am I going to tell you about it tonight? No.
Like last year, there was lots of delicious free food, lots of tacky sparkly things, and lots of walking. Walking walking walking. Seven and a half hours of walking.
So I’m tired, but generally happy. Things are good, except…oh right. My camera? It’s being a little bitch. It claims to know nothing about this “Nutcracker Market” or the twenty minutes of footage it told me it recorded there. All it knows is blue. The online manual suggests that I clean the heads, but I don’t have a head-cleaning tape, and I can’t be arsed to go get one tonight.
Blah. Whatever. I’ll assume the tape is still good and deal with it later. Right now I’m going to bed. I might not have much to show for today, but I do smell really good. This is logical somehow, yes.
Lazy tired-person link: You’ve heard this before, but go read Dooce. If you’re into that sort of thing.
Tags: NaBloPoMo
November 12th, 2006 at 6:49 pm
In which case I would like to tell you all about Natalie’s flagrant violation of the no-photography-of-expensive-crap rule. The NM people almost had to haul her out, kicking and screaming about her rights. . .must have been all the tequila shots (yes, they sell tequila at the arts-and-crap fairs here)
November 12th, 2006 at 11:40 pm
No one told me about the rule! They should have signs or something.