BIRTHDAY HIATUS

We’ll resume tomorrow or when sober again, whichever comes last. Birthday wish: I wish Amanda Palmer would sing “Pirate Jenny” with Alan Moore’s lyrics. Can someone please make that happen?

She sits there calm, while outside there’s alarm,
and you have your first moment of doubt
when you notice that she’s smiling through her bruises
and you think “Christ, what’s she got to smile about?”

And the ship, the black raider
is announced on the wharfside
by a scream from without.

                                          A CAUTIONARY TALE
Today I was walking in downtown, Athens, taking pictures. At some point, while I was holding my camera and adjusting stuff (and looking at the camera instead of where I was going), I missed a step. The pavement must be uneven, I thought, my foot will land on solid ground any moment now.Any moment.Any moment now.It should have landed.Why hasn’t it landed?Well this is taking long.Oh look, I’m falling down, face first.Nay, camera first.BAM.The pavement wasn’t uneven, as it turned out. There was, in fact, a hole in the ground. Inside, there had once been a water meter, and a lid on top, but these were removed (apparently for scrap) and all that remained when I stepped in was: a hole.Now, you should know, I am VERY short. For most people, this would be about ankle-deep, but for me it was almost knee-deep. So instead of simply stumbling, I fell down gloriously and spectacularly like Wily E. Coyote. Camera first. *twitch* Or, to be exact, 50mm F/1.4 lens first. *TWITCH*Improbably, the lens was absolutely fine (not a scratch), the mount was absolutely fine, and the camera was absolutely fine. Even more improbably, I didn’t break my leg. Out of sheer blind luck, the only casualties were a slightly bruised arm and a severely bruised dignity.So beware, fellow travelers and fellow photographers. Let this be a lesson to all. If you are walking in downtown, Athens, taking pictures, WATCH YOUR STEP. Holes in the ground are waiting. Gates to Hades are gaping. Eldritch abominations are lurking, and their transdimensional tentacles are after your ankles. And your lenses.

                                          A CAUTIONARY TALE

Today I was walking in downtown, Athens, taking pictures. At some point, while I was holding my camera and adjusting stuff (and looking at the camera instead of where I was going), I missed a step. The pavement must be uneven, I thought, my foot will land on solid ground any moment now.

Any moment.

Any moment now.

It should have landed.

Why hasn’t it landed?

Well this is taking long.

Oh look, I’m falling down, face first.

Nay, camera first.

BAM.

The pavement wasn’t uneven, as it turned out. There was, in fact, a hole in the ground. Inside, there had once been a water meter, and a lid on top, but these were removed (apparently for scrap) and all that remained when I stepped in was: a hole.

Now, you should know, I am VERY short. For most people, this would be about ankle-deep, but for me it was almost knee-deep. So instead of simply stumbling, I fell down gloriously and spectacularly like Wily E. Coyote. Camera first. *twitch* Or, to be exact, 50mm F/1.4 lens first. *TWITCH*

Improbably, the lens was absolutely fine (not a scratch), the mount was absolutely fine, and the camera was absolutely fine. Even more improbably, I didn’t break my leg. Out of sheer blind luck, the only casualties were a slightly bruised arm and a severely bruised dignity.

So beware, fellow travelers and fellow photographers. Let this be a lesson to all. If you are walking in downtown, Athens, taking pictures, WATCH YOUR STEP. Holes in the ground are waiting. Gates to Hades are gaping. Eldritch abominations are lurking, and their transdimensional tentacles are after your ankles. And your lenses.