Canon Powershot D10

I have zero will power.  I am a pushover.  I am a compulsive buyer.  I am weak.  I get dazzled by shiny objects and easily flimflammed out of my hard-earned money.  “A fool and his money are soon parted.”  Amen to that.  Sigh…I gave in to my shallow urges and fed my pack rat nature and went out and bought the D10.

While I beat myself up for being such a gadget slut, I’d like to thank everyone who gave their 2-cents worth regarding my dilemma.  It was really nice that so many gave their inputs, no matter how great or small.  After hearing all the arguments and talking to friends, I realized that I really need to buy a camera that I can bring anywhere, at any time, without any preparation.  What makes my Olympus so burdensome is the amount of time needed to set-up the cam inside the underwater casing.  It takes at least 15-30 minutes!  So I wouldn’t go through all that just to go snorkling, right?  So I need a handy point and shoot that will be my beach companion, and I found one.

As for taking pics while diving, I do have a camera already with an underwater casing.  And although the G10 is far superior than my 5060, my threadbare wallet will simply not allow for another underwater set.  What will I do with 2 underwater set-ups?  So I have armed myself with the accompanying rationalizations to justify my unnecessary purchase, and convinced myself of the urgency of my imaginary need.  So I immediately called the shop to deliver the camera to my house (see, I’m not only foolhardy, I’m lazy to boot!) and now I cradle the gadget in my hands, as I rub it erotically all over my naked, nutella-covered body…oops…wrong post…

And as I always flagellate myself after a major purchase, I am now in the throes of buyer’s remorse.  I start thinking maybe I jumped the gun.  Maybe I should’ve waited for a better model.  Maybe I should’ve bought the G10.  Maybe I should have bought the Olympus Tough 8000 instead.  Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten too much squid during dinnertime…

So it’s a vicious cycle.  I imprudently buy something expensive that isn’t essential to my well-being, then I regret it the moment I buy it, therefore draining all the pleasure from an act, whose only redeeming value is precisely to bring orgiastic materialistic pleasure, therefore leaving me feeling even emptier than I started with, without the purchase.  So…to fill up the gnawing void in the abysmal cavity of my bottomless hunger, I compensate by buying even more useless stuff to leave me feeling even emptier than ever.  Get it?

Hmmm…too much drama for a camera.  Anyway, here’s my newest baby: