Elvis lives!

Hullo!

Today I went to this market, the market of ye olde photography things. Dad wanted to go and so Mom and I accompanied him there. I have one word for you that will probably sum the entire market up. OBSESSION. Seriously, these people sit behind their little stalls, and they all sell, or just show off, these very old camera's and lenses and things. They all sell the same stuff though so I don't see the use. Really. I wouldn't want to buy anything there, even if I found it the least bit interesting, because I think that if you transported whatever you spent a ridiculous amount of money on, home, it would crumble to pieces. But then again, people who buy this stuff, ie. loons, would be loony enough to glue it back together. And the pieces would be so tiny that they would glue their fingers together and they would have to have their fingers surgically removed.

Nevertheless, the weather was nice and it was quite fun watching the loons in their natural habitat. Oh, and Elvis lives! I saw him! He was rocking and rolling on ye olde photography things market. The loons were twisting and jiving like loons on loonpills at a loonconvention. But Elvis was très amusant!

Byeeeee loony people!