neon epiphany

Returned to work after two blissful weeks of vacation, and am suddenly stressed out, behind schedule, and out of time all over again. It’s just like remembering how to ride a bicycle, skinned knees and all.

Yesterday’s Manos experiment is but a faded memory now, though in idle moments, an imagined kazoo choir rendition of the Torgo theme starts rampaging through my consciousness. I suspect the other participants have their own scars to deal with.

Outsider opinions range from terrible to worse, but all very vocal… just from today, one-liners from sugs: “It gives you a true benchmark for declaring movies to be bad…” and chaos: “Yes, I appreciate this opportunity to have the desire to claw my eyes out.”

For those who fall into a similar trap, may I suggest The Two Towers as a palate cleanser? That’s what we resorted to.

• via Eglantine, a wonderful gallery by Thomas Hudson Reeve, a photographer who constructs origami pinhole cameras out of photographic paper (hence, the photo is the camera).
• Mr. Nice dances!