My mother kindly bought me a replacement for my camera's defunct battery charger, which I'd been meaning to get for a while now. Thus the return to gratuitous pictures of caffeinated beverages I've consumed, and my oddly-dyed hair. And thus fewer gratuitous rants about the French Jewish reaction to various historical events, and the awfulness of co-operative grocery stores. So whether my camera's newfound functionality is a good or bad thing for WWPD is a matter of opinion.
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