It's one if the most annoying facets of my life that every product I like is discontinued. But this latest is the cruellest blow yet: Polaroid has announced it is ceasing production of it's instant camera film.
When and if I moved back to Newcastle, one of the things I was most looking forward to was getting out and about with my Joycam again, snapping this and that. But that's not the worst of it. I want to know: how am I supposed to make home-made porn now? Oh, I know I could switch to digital, but I'm an old-fashioned lady at heart; a purist, if you will. Apparently the film should still be available for the next year or so, so I'll be stocking up while I can.
It's been a bad week for travelling via CityRail. Twice this week I've gotten home after 7pm because of delays involving grass fires and ill passengers which have sent the whole network into a tumult. I'm not going down the road of blaming Morris Iemma though - we voted him back in, testament to the fact that the other lot is even worse!
I do bring some of the problems with CityRail on myself though. I can never remember to buy a weekly ticket, so I end up missing three trains whilst I wait in the queue behind Vietnamese tourists trying to stick their dongs in the ticket machine.
Yet another example of misuse of the word literally...last night on The Biggest Loser, Shannan, trainer of the blue team, announced that he was "literally gutted" upon learning he wouldn't be allowed to train his team this week. Then again, I don't know - maybe he was gutted but they couldn't show it in a 7pm timeslot. Maybe they could run The Biggest Loser - Adults Only to display these moments?