January 10, 2006

I told her how I spend my mornings spinning my camera in the air above my bed.

“Is that why you moved back to Waterloo, to spend the whole day in your underwear taking pictures?”

“‘But this is important stuff! By applying enough torque to the camera as I throw it into the air I can capture startling patters of light. You should see this shit…”

She wouldn’t believe me. “Go put that on a resume,” she said. Her idea of fun is getting doctors to poke her body with sharp things.

In other news, I got my own flickr cluster, and I feel special. Not special in a Dave sort of way, but at least robots know about me.