Recently I've been on a kick to re-inventory everything and snap updated pictures. The last time I did this it was extremely painful using a 1 megapixel camera that eventually stopped working so I proceeded by scanning items on an old HP flatbed scanner... The good ole days... Anyways, I'm almost done and having taken over a thousand pictures with my new iPhone SE (I like small phones). I've come to realize a few things...
-> I hate taking fkn pictures. I suck at it and if that's not bad enough, moving, cataloging and naming them sucks even more.
-> It's brutal work. Maybe it's me, but taking stuff out of the bags they were put in over 2 decades ago is not fun and handling them like a surgeon with a heart in your hands gets tiresome. ( Overly dramatic? Of course... I know what you all are thinking. Shut up already and stop posting drivel. Hell that is what I'm thinking at this very moment.)
Anyways, what I wasn't expecting was how the smell and feel of these things can bring back the vivid memories of kicking some serious slavers @ss and also the awful feeling of getting stomped by Lolth at the same time. I'm not sure how often you all do this, but the nostalgic factor made it completely worthwhile.
-SKA