Camera conundrum

So I’ve talked about (and shared pictures from) my handy-dandy Pentax K-1000 here a lot.

It is my go-to camera, and I’ve owned it for near on … gulp … forty years.

I love it, and I’m happy with it.

But my dad also has a camera.

Well, had. He gave it to me a few years ago because he doesn’t use it any more.

It’s a Canon AE-1 Program. With a 35-70mm lens.

It works. It’s OK. And apparently, it’s fairly highly regarded in the film camera community.

Well, in some circles, anyway.

So the question I now find myself facing is this:

Do I buy a 50mm prime lens for this camera? For under $100 bucks?

Or do I buy a different, more expensive lens for it that compliments rather than overlaps my set of Pentax lens?

Or do I just shove it in a dark corner and stop spending money willy nilly on camera stuff?

(And save that money for a Fujifilm 690 or Leicaflex SL2 or Mamiya C330 or Hasselblad 500 or …?)

And that, my friends, is Great Acquisition Syndrome in a nutshell.

May God have mercy on my soul.

 

The spice must flow … and will with some prodding

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New Daily Prompt: What would you do if the daily prompts suddenly stopped?

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I don’t know about you, but I’d probably go on a brutal killing spree.

Again.

 

And I thought they smelled bad on the *outside*

Our dog has a problem.

Well, two problems.

A flatulence problem.

And a separation anxiety, Imma gonna hang out with you all the time problem.

Perhaps it is more accurate to say my dog doesn’t have two problems, but instead, I have one problem.

But if I’m anything, I’m a problem-solver.

What HR and my exes say notwithstanding…

What better way to break the incredibly strong bond of insecurity than explosives?

And what better source of explosive power than the very root of the problem?

So I built a small harness that fits over the dog’s backside with an igniter I pulled from our furnace, a Raspberry Pi, a methane sensor, and a surprisingly large and heavy battery pack.

The dog does not like this harness.

Now when the dog farts while nestled up against me, instead of (successfully) resisting my pushes, shoves, and other desperate efforts to reach a minimum safe distance, the methane sensor triggers the igniter and the now-howling pooch rockets away from me.

Sure, I’m a bit singed after, but at least I don’t have to deal with that stench.

Now I just need to work out how to get the door to open every time the dog fires off…

Actor portrayal. Actual dog will not (and does not) look this happy during ignition. Or flight.