I thought this was funny...
(OP) --Once, I was in love. The girl who happened to be the object of my affection was a wonderful photographer, of the instagram variety. I, seeing such beauty, wanted to foster her creativity, to shower her with praise, lift her spirit and make sure she understood just how beautiful and creative she was. I told her often, and honestly, that her photos were worth more likes than she had received, and to NEVER GIVE UP. I bought an old Kodachrome film camera for her, modified it to take standard film, and gifted it to her. I bought film, a fashionable strap, and so many things to support her art.
I bought this camera for her as well. Read reviews, they all seemed positive, and they said you get the most bang for your buck as far as digital cameras go. So I took a chance, bought the camera, bought a memory card, and then she fucked some long haired dude in Houston.
So she doesn't get this camera. She can die in a fire. Or maybe she can catch Ebola-cat-AIDS and get kidnapped by a gang of cannibalistic clowns. I don't really care. But she CERTAINLY isn't going to be taking pretty pictures with this goddamned camera.
So, dear friend, I offer it to you. A very capable, professional, feature rich camera for a very low price.
It even has the "live mode" where you can see the picture on the screen before you take it. Apparently, that is not very common (I know right?!?). But this camera does it! And she'll never get to use that surprisingly uncommon feature! But you will, dear reader.
And you will take beautiful 10 megapixel photos of your beautiful significant other some day. And they will love you. Respect you. And never fuck around on you! And not reduce you to a whimpering stray dog, crying yourself to sleep each night, alone. Scared. Waiting for death.
(OP) --Once, I was in love. The girl who happened to be the object of my affection was a wonderful photographer, of the instagram variety. I, seeing such beauty, wanted to foster her creativity, to shower her with praise, lift her spirit and make sure she understood just how beautiful and creative she was. I told her often, and honestly, that her photos were worth more likes than she had received, and to NEVER GIVE UP. I bought an old Kodachrome film camera for her, modified it to take standard film, and gifted it to her. I bought film, a fashionable strap, and so many things to support her art.
I bought this camera for her as well. Read reviews, they all seemed positive, and they said you get the most bang for your buck as far as digital cameras go. So I took a chance, bought the camera, bought a memory card, and then she fucked some long haired dude in Houston.
So she doesn't get this camera. She can die in a fire. Or maybe she can catch Ebola-cat-AIDS and get kidnapped by a gang of cannibalistic clowns. I don't really care. But she CERTAINLY isn't going to be taking pretty pictures with this goddamned camera.
So, dear friend, I offer it to you. A very capable, professional, feature rich camera for a very low price.
It even has the "live mode" where you can see the picture on the screen before you take it. Apparently, that is not very common (I know right?!?). But this camera does it! And she'll never get to use that surprisingly uncommon feature! But you will, dear reader.
And you will take beautiful 10 megapixel photos of your beautiful significant other some day. And they will love you. Respect you. And never fuck around on you! And not reduce you to a whimpering stray dog, crying yourself to sleep each night, alone. Scared. Waiting for death.
