Canon

I just glanced over and saw my dead S5 on the table. Then I looked
away lest the tears fill my eyes again, and happened upon the SD card
I removed from said evil dead camera last night upon the camera's
indeterminable demise. This is not the first time I've thought of my
camera this morning. It's a part of my hand, after all. Knowing
it's been amputated from my limb is enough in and of itself to be
noticed repeatedly regardless of my need to take a picture.

Four of the five Canon cameras that have been in our family in the
past few years HAVE ALL HAD PROBLEMS. Three have outright died in
under two years. (This is one of those three, and it's just barely
six months old!)

Seriously considering a brand-change as I settle myself for a
potential battle to get this thing fixed (however temporarily).

If I had more time before work, I'd write a bit more emotionally
about this, but it's probably best I don't allow those particular
feelings to rise again. I came pretty close to throwing that thing
through a window last night as it is and would prefer to have it
fixed than destroyed, considering the amount I paid for it.

The little $100 critters seem to take fairly good pictures... maybe I
don't need all the bells and whistles... (yeah right)

~nv