Holga

Holga Alley by Jason Armstrong, published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.0 Generic license

Kill me now! They’ve been drilling and sawing on the outside of the building all summer, but this week, they finally got around to doing our section. Why couldn’t they have done it while I was out of town? The constant grinding and jack-hammering noise is about to drive me over the crazy event horizon. And then there’s the fine limestone dust that is seeping in through the cracks along the windows. I began sneezing about an hour after they started work this morning, and my eyes have been stinging and watering. This cannot be a good thing! If I die of limestone lung, do you think my family could sue the university?

And with that, I shall attempt to refrain from further crankypantsing. Otherwise, I’ll go on and on and on and on, and no one needs to be subjected to that.

In fun news (for me): I ordered five rolls of 120 Fujifilm Neopan 100 Acros black and white film yesterday, so I can finally play with my Holga. I’ve been cruising Flickr for Holga photos, and I just couldn’t stand it any longer. My film should be here next week. Wheee! In the meantime, if I get inspired, I might try loading it with 35mm film. I need a couple of pieces of foam, though, to cushion the film canister. I wonder if memory foam would work? I also need to get up off my butt and play with my pinhole camera. That would be the simplest and cheapest toy right this minute, because it needs no modification and it can take 35mm film (of which I have a metric butt-load).