A young lady in undies. One of my favourite scenarios. It does though trigger my OCD. Bloody labels! That’s right I can’t stand labels sticking out from the bra or knickers. Models are liable to be attacked with my scissors as I cut off the offending washing instructions that are often larger than some thongs.
With nothing better to occupy my mind I’ve been customising the controls on my Nikon D810. Having owned the camera for nearly 5 years you could say it’s a bit late. There are only a few settings I regularly change but assigning them to buttons on the camera negates the need to go into the menus and does indeed speed things up. Rarely shooting anymore the only problem I foresee is remembering which functions I’ve moved and to where.
Breathe deeply and count to ten. Is anyone else with TalkTalk? When things are working and I don’t touch anything there obviously are no issues, but if I power off or reboot my modem for any reason it refuses to reconnect to the broadband service and I’m forced to contact their support. This is where the swearing starts. Because I’m not using the TalkTalk issued modem it’s all my own fault and they have little sympathy with me. On the phone it takes an age to go through all the basic stuff to prove there is nothing wrong at my end and it just needs them to do some sort of network port reset. I stopped using their box when I couldn’t get a decent connection speed to my NAS drive and I replaced it with a more manly higher specced modem router. More fool me.
It’s been a shocker of a month for me and my credit card. Partially broken things that I have been making do with have finally given up the ghost and forced me into a program of replacements and when I say things I mean boring household things, nothing exciting except maybe for my mobile. Add to that some upcoming dental work and you can see why I’m not a happy chappie.