funny, I didn't notice the ominous haze at the time...

Ebeth and I went for a nice 2-hour walk yesterday morning on the canal. Among other things, we spotted a truly magnificent turtle. Despite the fact that I know the iphone camera to be crap, I attempted to capture a photo:





So, first, that tiny turtle shell nestled in the branches of the fallen tree? is actually a good foot and a half across. Second- OMG, what sort of evil is advancing on us from the canal? The canal slime really was that green, I admit. But the trees are just vanishing into some sort of murky cloud that *was not there*.

I am afraid to think that the iphone can see things mere humans cannot.

Other bad iphone pics (I admit I'm not responsible for taking them)...


Can you see the resemblance? Wait, that's not a chinese baby.



The phone captures my struggles to escape a large bag.

amusements

Professor has problem, comes to us. Unfortunately, the problem is with his desktop, which is run by the CS folks. We determine the salient bits of the problem, and send mail to the CS folks. (Part of the joy of working with Faculty is making everything just work like magic- we can't expect to toss them over the wall.) CS guy insists it's this other, unrelated (and untrue) thing. (Which he would have known if he had actually, say, read my mail.) He goes ahead and makes the professor change his password, and it still doesn't work. Of course.

Professor comes to see me, and I said "don't worry about it, I will go up and talk to them." I figure this stupid hot potato shit will end quickly if I am right in front of them.

I go stand in CS guys door. "Hi. I'm k. I thought it might be easier if we could talk about this in person."

He looks up and opens his mouth, and shuts it again. "You're k? I... I thought you were a guy. A japanese guy."

"Nope."

There's a long silence while his internal monologue flashes across his face. ('I just said that, didn't I? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. And I've been wrong for a day and a half. AND I don't know how to fix the problem. FUCK.')

Thing is- I'd much rather have him be an asshole because he's just normally an asshole, rather than have him be an asshole artificially motivated to be nice because suddenly a girl has appeared in his doorway.

That last kind of blew any chance of him retrieving the situation. But his chagrin was certainly funny.