Oh well.

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I know I do what I can.  I don't care what the world thinks.  I couldn't get to bed until after 7:00 and I am just waking at half past noon.  I don't feel bad or good.  I simply am not feeling anything.  And, yeah... only one beer last night so, no.  It's all I was into, usually the way of it.  Tasty though.

Some of my order came in.  One of the things, beside the grill/smoker I ordered (which is currently $100 more than it was since I first put it in my basket AND on backorder!  Gah!) was a camera.  It's a point and click.  We'll see how well it does.  D.C. swears by it but I'm not holding my breath.  And foam was thinking about a new point and click, namely this one.  As a staunch disbeliever in point and clicks, I am the perfect guy to do a review.  If you want an honest review with no smoke blown up your ass for the sake of getting a cut from one of these generally lousy camera companies.  I can't be bribed.

It's a Canon PowerShot SX260 HS.  I guess just a simple name would be too much to ask for, right in the box.  They keep changing the numbers and letters to try to keep anyone from remembering just how bad the one before was.  Then they switch were they sell what so you have no idea if this was supposed to be good or bad if you read reviews somewhere then go into the store, assuming what you reviewed is even available anywhere anymore.  Competitiveness seems to be dead though.  The trick is to attach littler companies to companies that are too big to fail, domestically, in a foreign market, or better yet both.  Don't worry about what's behind the curtains.

First thing, I figured I would need to charge the thing.  I had been almost certain this was supposed to be both battery and rechargeable ready.  Not so much.  Which means this thing will die very quickly on the playa, out in the woods and mountains, especially when it is hot.  Heat eats literal as well to my figurative batteries.  Oh well.  So, I put the rechargeable proprietary piece of junk into the camera, and hit the 'on' button just in case.  She fired right up.  They must actually have at least charge checked the battery.  I doubt more, that might cost a nickel.  Companies would rather have something on the move, out or back, than sit on stock, which is half the reason Q.C. is a dying breed.  Well, and it wouldn't surprise me if government is leaning on them to loosen Q.C., with the broken window theory extender that more shipping is good for business (ignoring all the damage... plus wasted, truly empty, expenditure of dollars).

You didn't think you would get a simple review, did you?  I'm not some bot who just popped out of the oven, then some groupmindthinkschool(s)(tm).  I rejected that aspect of those while I was there while refusing to become some sort of beatnik or druggy or institutional stooge bitter loser academic.  I found my own way, and can explore it since I am not beholding to politics for personal funding right yet.  At least I wasn't broken into the typical clockwork orange quota.  Then again I didn't deserve to be broken.  If they did try anyway.  Back to it.

Okay, so she runs.  But she is so tiny.  Now, admittedly, I have big hands.  They aren't truly giant class, and they are even small for my size, as I have suggested I can (usually) palm a basketball without too much fuss.  But this thing is going to be tricky to keep in my paws.  First thing, the wrist strap was attached.  Dropped the damned thing (if only into my lap while sitting) twice while trying to hook that fish.  Fine, that done, back to it.  I lit it up, focused on my plants.  *click*  Cannot store picture.  Hmm?  Oh, probably a memory card thing.  Yep.  So I dig through the box.  No memory card to be found.  Losers.  Really?  No where in anything I read did I see anything about memory not being there.  I am sure it is there, or now, but in small print somewhere nearly invisible.  I don't even know what memory card it takes, if I am pretty sure where it goes.

When I get that I will continue with the review.  Hmm, I need to pick up the sewing machine, oh and caps for the trickler rows.  I might as well wake a bit then get back into town.  Hmm, before I do that I ought to reschedule a couple of appointments, the one I missed and the one I am going to miss (due to BMan, so hush, I wasn't planning to be rude, just gone).

Later.