Technical Difficulties...

Okay, so remember how before Thanksgiving I lost my camera somewhere? So I've been using my phone to take pics. Then, I borrowed a camera from my sister-in-law to use until I get a super-duper bigshot one like what I really want.

Well...

I didn't lose the borrowed camera.

I didn't break the borrowed camera.

I just messed up all the settings somehow.

Yep, we're experiencing technical difficulties. And I have no clue how to fix it!!!

Now, mind you, I am not technologically savvy in any manner of the word. So I'm completely lost in the art of fixing things I manage to mess up. I am doing well just to know how to make a blog post. But give me actual hardware and you can forget it. I'm clueless.

Which leads me back to the problem...I messed up the camera.

Internal memory full. Okay, well, then don't go to internal memory. Go to the little memory card I inserted.

Battery dead. (Except it doesn't tell me this, it just shows a battery icon and red and then dies.)

Idiot in control. Abort mission. Abort, abort, abort. Mission accomplished!

Pardon all future entries with poor picture quality. I have some serious issues to solve.

(Oh, and to my sister-in-law who might be learning this information for the first time, I'll have it fixed by next Christmas.)

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