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It's An Addiction That I Can't Seem To Break

I think it's pretty well known in my circle of family and friends that I love to take pictures. I think that's also an understatement of epic proportions. My problem isn't the quantity of photos (though that's up for debate to some people). I think know that I'm shamelessly addicted to photo programs.

I have Picasa, Flickr, Kodak, some Adobe Photoshop one that's not the super cool much too expensive one that I would love to have someday when I win the lotto, the Nikon program that came with my wicked awesome camera and who knows how many other programs that are lost in here somewhere.

I like elements from all of them. I like the special effects you can do with the edging on the Adobe program, I like that way the Nikon program organizes the photos and the new version of the Kodak software looks pretty cool too. I'll have to try that out tomorrow.

I don't want to spend a lot of money on a photo program and believe me, I know that limits me to the "not so great" programs. I just can't do that right now. Maybe after I get my feet wet taking photos for other people. People that are actually going to pay me money. They told me so!

So, what photo program(s) do you use? Which ones are the worst? the best? the best for a cheapo like me?

Also, let's say, hypothetically, someone has over 10,000 photos on their computer. Let's say that person, and I have no idea who would have that many photos in their lifetime!, wants to safely store them somewhere other than her their computer. Should she they get an external hard drive and store them all on there as well as the photo program(s)? I think this person may be a cheap ass like me. I'm not telling.

Help me out people! Email me or comment here. Thanks.


Mandy said…
i personally like Microsoft Paint for editing... hahahahaha

but on a serious note... heard the best way to go is external hard drive from the geeks at best buy... and i dont think they are that expensive actually.

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