The replacement part I ordered last week for my broken 18-55mm kit lens came in the mail last night, and I spent the better part of an hour fiddling with microscopic screws and a toothpick screw driver putting it all back together. Turns out, I wasn’t born with nimble hands. I dropped one of the micro-screws into the body probably 15 times and fished it out with the magnetic screw driver. On the 16th time, I couldn’t fish it out. So it stays.
But thanks to a stellar online DIY tutorial and my unshakable resolve (hah), the lens is back in working order. Total cost: $18, even after the Click Camera expert told me a lens-mount repair would run “at least $100. You’re better off buying a new lens.” Thanks, dude. You were way off.
In other news: Frankie and I have been splitting our time between Cincinnati and Wilmington for most of this week, trying our hardest to finish packing, painting, cleaning and rehabing or new apartment before the furniture arrives Thursday afternoon. We’re almost there. We took several boxes over last night, and stopped for the first time in days to enjoy our new space.
I was taking test shots all night last night, making sure the auto-focus was working correctly and that none of the highlights were blown out (those were the most common issues I found online from people who rehabbed the same part of the 18-55mm lens). Luckily, everything seemed to be working as usual.
Afterwards, Frankie and I met up with several of our friends for a long awaited, mega-geeky television event: the Lost premier. Frankie brought a couple take and bake pizzas home from work for the night, and we set up the CCYC into a veritable screening room.
I’m not a TV critic, so I’ll leave the Lost review to the Twitterverse and everyone else who can’t stop talking about it today. Let’s just say my mind was sufficiently blown. That is to say, Lost is back.
