I'm moving...

...but not too far away. I've decided to start posting stuff on a Wordpress equivalent of this site. It will be the same routine, just a different URL. So if there's anyone out there who actually reads this, then follow me here. And if I'm simply posting all of this for my own enjoyment, then follow me...self. I'm not as weird as I sound. Or maybe I am. More on that later.

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I will leave it to you to conclude what these three items collectively say about me.

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Peculiar, no?

Kathimerina Fotografia: 1

As promised, the first of the new year brings the first of the new project. I worked today, and on the adjoining wall between my desk and my neighbor's lives an array of objects placed there before my arrival at this fine establishment. One such object is this:




Looks like a prop straight out of the Wizard of Oz. Why it was originally brought to the office I may never know.

To read a slightly more complete explanation of this project click the link. Kathimerina Fotografia v. 2010

On faulty vending machines.

No, I haven't invested in Coca-Cola stock.

It seems the vending machine gods have smiled down upon me today. On my lunch break I inserted my $1.25 into the break room Coke machine. The customary whirring began, and out popped Bottle #1.

I reached down to grab it, then paused. Customary whirring continued. At first it seemed the machine was just settling back into it's lethargical (yes, I know it's not a word) state, but then lo and behold, out came Bottle #2. The noises continued ominously.

At this point I started erratically pushing every button on the machine, envisioning an onslaught of relatively heavy bottles hurtling at me. For the briefest moment I wondered if I should start jumping up and down yelling, "I won, I won!" or just duck and cover - "Hit the deck!"

The mechanical noises showed no sign of stopping and there it was, right on cue, Bottle #3.

Finally, after a brief episode of me shaking the machine (which in retrospect could've made matters much worse; must be some sort of defense mechanism - when in mechanical doubt, physically abuse the machine), everything fell silent. I waited for a moment thinking this might be a trick. Then across the small digital face scrolled the words: "Transaction finished. Have a nice day."

Damn machines will kill us all one day. Mark my words.