Augustus88 is right Jackknife. It's like recycling, instead of it going in the trash, someone else gets to use it for a little while longer. When you decide to/can afford to get a different/better camera, then go for it, but until then, at least you'll have something.
In the harsh light of day logic, you're right, but I still have a reluctance to accept something without paying for it. Thats one reason. Another may be that I'm having a hard time getting over my techno-phobia. I've gotten used to using this computer for typing up a little something now and then, but hav'nt a clue as to the other capabilities. I'll have to get Karen to show me how to do basic word prossesing because I think I'm going to start writing again. I used to have this nice little Remington portable typewriter that I used to do my articles on, and make a zerox to send to Houston Price at Knife World. Houston would then send me a check and that was that. Once in a while I would need a new ribbon. Now there's this computer sitting here that this old fart is a little intimidated by. A whole bunch of buttons with icons I have no idea what they do.

I hope I don't hit the auto destruct or something by mistake! Like wise the digital camera thing that has to be hooked into the computer thing. When I took my cross country motorcycle ride I used a plain little 35mm camera that used an old fashoned thing called film. Worked just fine.
I guess I have to overcome my techno-phobia eventually, and be dragged reluctantly into the 21st century no matter if I like it or not. Maybe one day I'll even go to the Verizon office and overcome my fear of looking like an idiot and ask the young guy there what half these features are on my phone. I've had the phone 4 years and I still don't know what a text message is. I see I have the capability, and I see the kids doing it, so maybe an old dog can learn.
I'm just now learning there is something called an I-pod that makes the old walkman obsolite. Yet more technology for me to confront, I still have all my music on cassette. I'll have to start sneaking up on this stuff to get a handle on it. Sometimes I wish it was 1957 again and cars still had a strait 6 with a three on the tree, and if you had an adjustable wrench and a screw driver you could fix darn near anything on it.
So I guess alot of my reluctance is intimidation of new technology. Irrational, but there it is

. With maybe a dose of an old persons reluctance to change, like my Uncle Paul refusing to believe the mechanic could'nt ressurect his old Studabaker Champ one more time.
I'll get there, eventually. But as I'm edging up to the brink and looking over, don't get too close behind me, it makes me nervous.