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So due to my computer being futzy, it goes to the shop tomorrow. I don't think the problem will involve anything as complex as replacing the motherboard but one never knows, so I'm backing up all my files just in case and if it has to stay at the shop for a while I can still work on my stuff.

My photos alone {this is excluding art, scans, screenshots, and other people's photographs} come out to thirteen point nine GB. My dad's flash drive, the communal house backup/file transfer device is sixteen GB. I have taken so many pictures over the course of about six or seven years that they are the majority of a government employee's backup system, and all my stored other pictures will have to be burned to CDs or put on one of my other flash drives.

I think I might have a photography addiction. Do they do shutterbug support groups?

EDIT: Going through and deleting some of the extraneous, I really don't need a bunch of useless screenshots or fanart I've already faved on DevArt. I'd forgotten I even had some of this stuff--when did I even download a Blurr/Bumblebee kemonomimi doujinshi? I do not think that needs preserving.

Pictures from my jaunt five minutes up the road to Cherokee Cave on one of the few days a year it's actually open.

( Down, down, down... )

The things I see in this city. An hour ago I woke up to find a window washing brush tapping on my window like it wanted money.

Sorry I'm late again, but here are the pictures from the fair last weekend. I'm putting up the non-combat pictures from last week's fair first, because there's a lot of pictures and this is simpler.

( Cut for the obvious. )

Next time: Swords, shiny things, and people who won't stop falling over.

Being at my Grandma's house in New York might technically be some level of hell, but this is the first time I've actually seen flames. O_o Yesterday I came into the city only to find that there were a bunch of fire engines sitting about and a moderately sized crowd gathered outside staring up at the building across the street. Like any plucky girl detective who'd later be coughing up some aching and smoky lungs for the next couple of hours, I grabbed my camera and scurried down.

Yep, building across the way was on fire. No idea how, or why someone on the second floor seemed rather content to keep cooking his dinner while the firefighters broke the windows on the sixth floor, but there it was. While apparently Granma saw the incident on the news, I can't find it anywhere on the internet. It's a bit funny, considering how many engines they called out. Granma says six firefighters went to the hospital for it, too; perhaps it was another fire? It's a weird city.

( But at least I have photographic evidence. )

As Granma visits go, this one hasn't been bad at all. ^_^

As the internet knows by now, white fluffy things came down from the sky on Monday. I have been lazy not had the chance to post the pictures I got from the graveyard over behind Anglia Ruskin. There's some pretty neat stuff out there--I wasn't the only one taking photos, either.

( Ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. And one who still has to go to class. )

While I realize it seems to be fucking up everyone else in the whole bloody country...I want more snow. *sad*

Well, last night rocked.

( Cut for photos and rambles. )

( More pics! )

On the advice unheeded warning of apprentice_lurk, I went down to the Grand Arcade to look at the strange Christmas decorations.

( And they were quite strange indeed. )

People really need better internal decorators.