Polaroid Film is kicking the bucket. As a self-proclaimed Luddite, the concept of the paper picture slowly being washed away makes me want to take out my kerchief and wail. In an age of immediate gratification, how can the originator of instant results be put to sleep? This overwhelms me to no end.

I have a digital camera; I bought it just last year, after the sketchy man in the "discount electronics shop" demonstrated how to use it approximately twelve times while staring directly at my boobs. A year later, I still cannot grasp the fact that the photos live in my camera, then move to my computer, then somehow get put on Flickr thus preventing me from getting hired at some future job interview. Polaroid I could understand...the picture lived in the camera for one second, got spouted out the next, and somehow waving the photo like an overheated fat lady with a fan made it come to life. Then, years later, after you and "Bobby" broke up, you would find that picture, and fabricate some wonderful memory between the two of you that wasn't so great in the first place. Almost a year ago, I figured out how to put a batch of photos up on Flickr and somehow have not been able to master that concept ever again. I seem to have conveniently unlearned it. Now my memory card is full and my camera needs to take a dump. My Luddite goal for the week is that I will relearn how to dump these shots, post them online and stop crying over Polaroid.

My old friend Polaroid is kicking the bucket; I've got no choice to make friends with the coolest kid in school...Photobucket.