Okay, the problem with deciding to take advantage of the
temperature being right for developing film instead of taking
a nap when I feel like this? That horrified realization
that I'd just poured from the wrong bottle, followed ten
minutes later by the discovery that using the wrong concentration
of stop bath produces results as interesting-and-not-in-a-good-way
as I'd feared. Scratch a roll of Pennsic film, and a roll that
had
silmaril playing my piano, Perrine, and fire
engines on it. (There are still some images there, but I'm not
sure they're worth printing.) *sigh*
I don't think saying swearwords without an audience counts as catching up on my communications backlog.
Oddly, the 35mm film also went onto the reels crooked and I failed to detect that in the dark, but the roll of 120 that I wrestled with for about forty minutes when I loaded it wound up on its reel nice and straight. If I stay home from rehearsal tonight I'll try to conjure enough energy to load more film after dark, but I'm hoping I can manage to feel well enough to get to rehearsal instead.