It’s Wednesday, a day like any other day. New camera came in the mail on Saturday, as evidenced by the new and better photos in my little Flickr list over here —>
Granted, the arrow may not line up with the Flickr widget, but you get the idea…or “you gewt teh idae.” (major in-joke with nobody that’s reading this. Nyah.) New cameras are awesome, even if they’re five years old, as long as they take breathtakingly good photos, and I get to take credit for them, because superlative equipment has no mouth to say otherwise.
Otherwise, a couple of weeks ago I got an old watch at an estate sale. There was a “cup O’watches,” and I sifted through it. “Citizen…$100, no…Pulsar…ugly…’nother quartz watch, no thanks…hmm, this one’s mechanical.(windey-wind….*tick-tick-tick*)…hey, it works! And it’s $5! And it’s 30% off!”
So for $3.50, I picked up a “Gubelin Ipsomatic” mechanical watch, tagged as being from 1952. It ran. It looked good. The band was stretched out. I fished a spare watchband out of my jewelry box and put it on, and started wearing the watch. But…I’d never heard of “Gubelin” before, so I looked it up on the internet.
Oh, Jeez, turns out that Gubelin is a high-end jeweler, who commissions watches with movements from makers like Patek Philippe and G. Audemar, and that my little $3.50 watch is possibly worth ten times that. Agh! Sweet! Actually, my watch collection (such as it is) is busting at the seams now. For Father’s Day, my family got me a sweet Bulova watch…thin, yet heavy, and moderately bling-ey but not too much. I counted up, and including the broken Sheffield in a drawer, I have 10 watches now. That’s awesome. Or pathetic, but I choose not to believe that.