The main difference between film and digital photos is, instead of disappearing forever into an old shoebox, now your photos disappear into a folder within a forgotten folder on your HD

Hi Gryffendorff, thanks for having me over to talk about this. I know my son feels really bad that his baseball broke your window there, and your… what did you call it? Chrystal Orb of Seeing, right. Yeah, you can probably tell we don’t have a lot of wizards in the neighborhood, so forgive me, I don’t really know the, uh, lingo.

Mmm, dinner smells delicious. What is that, dill?

Anyway, when your familiar Snorg brought your message over, he, uh… “He” is right, isn’t it?

Oh, good. I’m a little embarrassed to have to ask, but I’ve never met any toad-people before Snorg. Anyway, he assured me you wouldn’t use any spells or enchantments on me if I came over to talk about this, and I want to let you know that I appreciated his saying so, but that I wasn’t worried about that.

Say, this your daughter in this picture? I can see the resemblance. Virginia Military Institute, hunh? I bet that’s hard for a young woman. Nice picture frame, too; I like that modern look.

So yeah, Nathan apologizes—not only for the baseball, but for the things he yelled at you after you came to the window. I think he was just kind of scared, you know—that you’re a wizard. But it’s no excuse. We’ve tried to bring him up to be respectful to people of all—hey, did that picture of your daughter change? I thought she had a hat on. Weird.

Sorry. I was meaning to say that we intend to pay for your window, which is no problem, but you’re going to have to let us know what we can do about replacing the, uh, orb. I take it that was probably imported? I don’t know of anyplace in town that carries—

OK, THAT TIME I KNOW IT CHANGED. She was smiling before! I demand to know what’s going on here! What kind of cursed horror-house is this, where pictures on the wall can simply change whenev—THERE SHE DID IT AGAIN!

You PROMISED me no infernal majicks at this dinner! I thought I could TRUST you! Stupid me! I should have known better than to take the word of a dirty, demon-consorting trickster wizard! Curse you, Gryffendorff! Curse you to the deepest hell beneath—

What’s that?

Wireless digital picture frame, you say?

Ah. Well. That’s, uh… That’s…

It looks very nice on the wall, there. In fact, uh… all your decor is, uh… Did you do the decorating yourself? It’s very… uh… very stylish.

Ahem.

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