Yeah, yeah. Strike's over. Whatever. I'd like to say I'm thrilled to be back in class, but I'm only sort of thrilled. One the one hand, it's nice to learn again. On the other hand, I still have to put up with the lovely fellow students in my department. On the third hand, which I recently had grafted to my body for just such an occasion, I was officially adopted into the School of Dramatic Arts yesterday. Aside from the fact that their acronym is SODA, my new department is super cool.
Today's frustrations:
1. Google does not respond well to natural-language queries such as "What the hell is wrong with my Vivitar camera flash?"
2. My Vivitar camera flash does not respond well to natural-language queries such as "What the hell is wrong with you?". Additionally, it does not respond well to shaking or threats of violence, either.
ETA:
Because I am a mad fantastic genius (or at least passably bright), I fixed my flash. I used ketchup to strip the corrosion off the contact plate, and voila.
And your mother told you condiments were only for eating...
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