say cheese, my arse

(or does that sound rude?)

Feeling rather industrious this morning, I finally orchestrated a meeting between the new digital camera and my growing podge. The result was several pictures of my fine self, t-shirt lifted and looking much like your Great Uncle Milton, moments after Christmas dinner and seconds before he pops his pants button to make more room for an after dinner mint.

My beli butone is cuter though, with way less fluff.

Then I loaded the software and connected the USB cable and....nothing.

Repeat as desired.

If anyone needs me, I'll be banging my head against a wall.