Canon 5D Mark II:
Work, work, work. That's all I ever do now. I used to be his one and only, went with him everywhere, I did! Up mountains, through beaches, in forests, musty laneways. The way he'd cradle me in his hands as the sun set over the water!
But since he got that little German tart, it's been her, her, her.
I've got MUCH bigger lenses than her, AND I can give him silky high ISO up to 3200, and 6400 at a pinch. But, noooo, it's always 'my Leica this,' and, 'my Leica that'.
Lavishs her with glistening new lenses, black kidskin leather cases, supple leather neck straps, and what do I get? A black nylon backpack and a clip-on Lowepro strap! That's what!
And now he's got me WORKING for a living. He tells me, '5D, I know I've been neglecting you, but I can always count on you when my pay depends on it.' Used, I feel. USED!!!
But at least I know that he NEEDS me to make a living. Can't say that about that little German bint. You can't even see through her lenses, only that obsolete parallax-ridden viewfinder.
One day when he's on a job, I'm just going to sit there silently and do nothing. Just to see what he does.
Let's see him shoot 1080p with 'Miss Nine' or 'Alice' or 'Celia' or whatever he calls her, eh? Oh, that's right, SHE CAN'T EVEN SHOOT VIDEO!!!"