My mom has kept video of us opening gifts for as long as I can remember. I don't really have a problem with that, but she doesn't make us smile and hold everything up. Every now and again she'll ask something like, "what'd you get?" suggesting I should hold it up, and I will usually jokingly respond, "You did get this yourself, right?" but ultimately hold it up to be nice.
It's just the photographs that don't make sense, because all they seem to do is document the gift, which is documented by the gift itself. At least video captures the atmosphere.
And I've rambled.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
