This past weekend was three days long, which means I went an unusually long period without my daily routine, and that means my body FLIPPED OUT and now I’m sick. I came home early from work today; my throat is swollen and much of my body is sore. This is the second time this month that’s happened. It’s starting to piss me off.
In addition to getting sick, I spent Memorial Day weekend nerding out with the Terminator movies, a franchise I’d forgotten I loved so much. The new Terminator movie is awful, maybe a step or two above Star Trek on the suckometer, and yet I fully adored it. Aaron and I saw it on Saturday, and in preparation I watched the original on Friday (a good thing, too, or I might have missed a couple nice in-jokes in the new movie), and followed them up with T2 last night. Suddenly I was 14 again, back when I wanted to marry Michael Biehn and I thought the cocking-a-shotgun-by-rotating-it-in-one-hand trick was the awesomest thing ever.
Just so you don’t think this blog is all about the cheesy science fiction movies I watch on a disturbingly frequent basis, here are some photos I’ve taken recently on the Minolta 35mm SLR that’s been in my family for several decades. This camera just inexplicably started working again a couple months ago after nearly a year of not being able to see anything through the lens. I should probably get it checked out and fix the broken light meter and make any number of improvements, but for now it is rendered more charming by its few minor faults and it takes really gorgeous photos, so I’m in no rush.