Knuckledragger

Well, it's a helicopter, taken from another helicopter. You got it in frame and in focus, which is nontrivial to do, I imagine. Nice work. The Euphrates looks like Uranus. That's what she said.

If for some reason you don't know what Goatse is, do yourself a favor and keep it that way.

Slept.

...now that was a hell of a party. I should, uh, sleep sometime soon.

I am now sitting in my friend Dave's kitchen, with my thumb up my proverbial ass. We were supposed to leave for RI first at 7PM (I wasn't even here yet), then 7:30 (when I got here), then 8:00, and now who the fuck knows. Good thing my DJ set is, you know, in the morning or I might actually be upset.

Well... Slept about 5 hours last night, and not very well. Did some work around the house in the morning. Got a call from a friend, ended up talking to her for an hour and a half. Drove to mum's house, helped her bag up some detritus left in her garage by my late stepfather. (\) Picked up a scrip for Flownase, which does JACK SHIT to help me breathe. Bought a new cutter head for my electric shaver. Picked up a Wein Hot Shoe to PC cord Safe Sync adapter. Went back home, called my tax accountant, arranged to pick up my tax paperwork. Drove to said accountant's house, paid him, got paperwork. Went back home, got sucked into an a hour and a half long game of Warzone 2100 () Tore myself away from the computer, went out and picked up the bagged detritus from mum's house so I can throw it out tomorrow. (I didn't want it rattling around in the car all day.) Arranged a ride to Providence, RI tomorrow where I have a DJ gig(!) Fended off several requests to give a ride to other people to the above tomorrow. Went to my (new, 24-hour during the week) gym, around midnight. Worked out for an hour and a half, took a painfully hot shower afterward. Now it's 2:50 in the morning, it's pouring outside, I should be sleeping (I'll be up until the wee hours tomorrow) but I'm about to pile back into the Subaru and go get a #$%& gallon of milk.

FWIW, I have the gain on my 12Ls set to about the midpoint, and I get no hiss at all. They're connected via a balanced cable to my AR LS-9 pre, which is usually fed by my Q99 CDP-2. Both speakers are fed power via a Monster power conditioner using Quail power cables. Nothing terribly fancy, but I get no hum. I have them on and I can hear my laptop's HDD clicking away when I have no music playing. Mine are the only 12Ls I have ever heard, but it seems to me that they should be dead silent at normal listening levels. I hope you can sort it out, Dinny.

Oh, SNAP, the local Hunt's has an EF 135mm F/2L in stock. That is crazy. They usually have the "standard" L zooms (17-40, 24-70, 24-105, and several iterations of the 70-200), but they never have any neat L primes. As I have *ahem* mentioned before, I have something of a fixation with 135mm primes. With the exception of a few super exotics (the Nikon 135mm F/2 Defocus Control, and the absolutely INSANE K-M 135mm F/2.8 STF), the 135L is the most desirable 135mm on the planet. It's also a "bargain" by L prices, usually just under $1000. Hunt's, ass-jackers that they are, want $1070 for it. Truthfully, that's not terrible price. Good thing they just got it in stock today, and not a week ago when they had their big yearly sale going. If that were the case, I'd be looking at a series of difficult decisions.

^^ Being a Subaru fan (that looks to be a Mitsu), I found that hilarious.

On their way to getting married, a young couple is involved in a fatal car accident. They find themselves sitting outside the Pearly Gates, waiting for St. Peter to process them into Heaven. While waiting, they begin to wonder: Could they possibly get married in Heaven? When St. Peter shows up, they ask him. St. Peter says, 'I don't know. This is the first time anyone has asked that. Let me go and find out,' and he leaves. The couple sit and wait, and wait. Two months pass and the couple is still waiting. As they wait, they discuss that if they were allowed to get married in Heaven, what was the eternal aspect of it all. 'What if it doesn't work?' they wondered. 'Are we stuck together forever?' After yet another month, St. Peter finally returns, looking somewhat bedraggled. 'Yes,' he informs the couple, 'you can get married in Heaven.' 'Great!' says the couple, 'But we were just wondering, what if things don't work out? Can we also get a divorce in Heaven?' St. Peter, red-faced with anger, slams his clipboard onto the ground. 'What's wrong?' ask the frightened couple. 'OH, COME ON!' St. Peter shouts, 'It took me three months to find a priest up here! Do you have any idea how long it'll take me to find a lawyer?'