You know how you put something in a “safe place” so you won’t lose it, but then you end up losing it anyhow because that “safe place” was so safe that nobody on earth now knows of its existence? Then, while looking for something weeks later that is also in such a “safe place” you find that previous item in it’s “safe place?” I found me a whopper.
I found some undeveloped rolls of film. When I get a disposable camera I take the roll of film out when it is done so I can get at the AA battery in the flash (yes, you can do that). I only know about this because my dad used to work in a photo finishing plant where he would pick up bags and bags of AA batteries that had only been used for the 27 flashes in the camera. My gameboy was never hungry.
So, these rolls, lacking any distinguishable characterisitcs, were a complete mystery to me. They were, in fact, in a “safe place,” which I came across while looking for something completely different. It was a russian roulette getting them developed, but I spent the money to get them done, and I don’t regret the decision.
One roll was started by my godmother on a disposable camera, but then she left the camera with me. The pictures on there are awesome. She has cancer, and had been given 3 weeks to live back in January of 2003. She’s still kicking, but has been slipping slowly all the while. Granted, anyone else in her position would be in a bed, not moving. She rages against the dying of the light, and won’t go gentle into that good night. The pictures on the camera capture much of her spirit, and will be treasures of mine for years to come.
The other roll had pictures from Halloween 2002, and some more recent pics of Milca and I at the new place. That Halloween was the year I had a soirée at my previous residence in Altadena, with roughly 20 people in attendance. I was dressed as Gene Wilder from Young Frankenstein, with costume and makeup in black and white, goggles, the works. This roll had group photos, some pics of friends, and some more incriminating pics. I dare not say more of the pics, except that there is some sweet lesbian action in them. In the words of Quagmire, “Allriiiiiiiiiiiiiight.”
The pics of Milca and I at home are cute, and will likely be put up at work.
I’m thinking of taking a bunch of rolls of film and just putting them into some sort of time capsule, or maybe I’ll just put them in a safe place.