This morning, Ingrid is all happy and smiling at me, and Dave says "there’s NEVER any pictures of YOU, because you’re always taking them!" and he picks up the D70, and can’t get it to work, and I’m all "what do you MEAN, it’s notfocusing? Press in halfway!" etc, and he’s all "nothing’s happening"and the baby starts to cry, and Itake the camera and find that I have the D70 BGLOD —Blinking Green Light of Death. Well, fuccckkk.  that’s what happened to another camera earlier this month, prompting my dad to have to buy a new one on the spot, because there was a job to be done. And since then, he’s sent all of his possibly affected cameras back for the free repair (it’s a batch from 2004, so shouldn’t be a worry now) and apparently, hemissed one, the one that he lent me. Fucking Fuck. It’s not a huge deal — I’ll use a different one for the wedding, and THANK GOD none of the D70s had the BGLOD AT a shoot during grad season, but still.  The thing that really ticks me off is that a) there are still no pics of me and Ingrid, really, after we left the hospital, and B) I was reallly looking forward to playing with the camera this weekend as a non-baby-focused activity.  We had plans to go out and look for good shots, even, like, using my creative brain again, and now I can’t.  I could, with my camera, but I wanted to use the SUPER camera. Sigh.

The other weird/odd/whatever thing, is that my mom keeps telling me about her best friend’s niece’s baby blog. (It sounds closer than it is — mom’s best friend is the equivalent of Amy to Ingrid) and the few details she mentioned sounded really familiar….and it turns out that the niece’s blog is linked at babyblogarama.net, just as mine is, but lots of blogs are there, right? Well, one of the things there is that the blogger highlights blogs every now and then, and she highlighted my birth story (thanks!) and then 4-5 ‘highlight’ posts later, she highlighted the niece’s live-blogged homebirth, which is how I happened to be reading the smoochy posts, and how I recognized the details my mom was telling me. Dude, the internet is a small world.  I don’t really want to make that connection KNOWN, so much, because I don’t want my mom reading my blog, but damn, she’s like 2 clicks away from my blog and has no idea, since smoochy has babyblogarama in her sidebar. Oh well.