Hey That’s A Nice Life

‘That was easy.’
courtesy of ‘jaxed’

There was a time when I might have been offended. Last week Susan said that she hasn’t said much to people about my photobooth project because - until that week - she hadn’t been sure I’d pull it off in time. Now that I have been in the software development business for almost 20 years, though, I was flattered and amused.

Flattered because she’s been watching me do various tests and proof-of-concepts the last few months. Those have apparently made her believe that I’ve made enough progress and come up with enough solutions that I would be able to be done by the time the wedding rolls around. It’s nice that I can do things that she finds impressive and sees them as a sign that I’m not a complete boob.

Amused because I know that projects like this follow the 80:20 rule. The last 20% of the project is what takes 80% of your time. The first 80%, of course, takes the other 80% of your time. So now that I’ve gotten all the components doing what they need to do it’s a matter of making them play nice together and putting it all in a neat little box. Well, not so little - “normal” photobooths measure something like 5 feet long, 3 feet wide and over 7 feet high.

Be that as it may, here’s the gist: unless everything goes completely pear-shaped at this point, there will be a big old box you can sit in at our wedding. Press a button - a repurposed Easy button, in fact, like the one pictured above - and it’ll count down, take four pictures of you, do some behind-the-scenes magic, and print them out into a strip like you’d get from a boardwalk photo booth.

You can look forward to some more posts about the pieces and process I’ve gone through and what’s to come.

courtesy of Me

Whee!  The invitations are in the mail.

Wedding elf Kristen came over last week and helped me address, emboss and seal the envelopes.

Today - in the middle of the blizzard - we took the invitations to the post office across from Lost Dog Cafe (yes, we had lunch while we were in the area).  I asked the man behind the counter if we could have the invitation postage cancelled by hand.

As I expected, he gave us a funny look and then handed over the stamper.  Don got to work and a few minutes later the invitations were cancelled and in the mail.

There are pictures documenting the whole thing, but I am way too tired to post them now.  I’m off to Florida through the weekend … so maybe Don will post them in my absence.  Ha ha ha.

[So there. --Don]