I'm sitting in a cafe having breakfast and studying right now. I hate doing this actually, for several reasons. I hate people. That's one reason.
For example, I hate this bloated, ugly middle-aged white a-hole who set up his sense of entitlement (a.k.a. laptop) on a table for four, and who is currently cramming bits of muffin down into the moist wrinkled hole in the middle of his pasty, triple-chinned face. (That's him on the right.)
On the left is another other scourge. I hope his transgression is readily apparent to you, 'cause if it's not, you have a little work to do as a human being. (He's since been joined by a woman who must, by sheer dint of her tolerance to his indifference, be his wife.)
Behind me is a family whose collective delusion leads them to believe that their infant's high-pitched squealing must be as amusing to us as it is to them. They're encouraging it, so enamored are they of her far-beyond-her-years ability to annoy.
I didn't stick around too long after finishing my breakfast. And if you're wondering how I got those pictures, well, I just pointed my camera phone at them and snapped away. Yes, I met rudeness with rudeness, but fuck it. Some days I just don't care.
Here's a photo I took on Friday night:
On Friday night, we went to First Friday Fractals, an absolutely awesome show where you sit and look at the graphs of fractal equations. I know it sounds like an incredibly nerdy thing to do--and it is--but this is how the show opened, with this video, projected into the enormous planetarium screen above our heads.
It was awesome!
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