13 August 2007 Monday the 13th. The day started with a bang when my boss decided it was time for me to host the daily conference call. I've been listening to the calls for years now, but had never really needed to participate overmuch. Now, I was hosting the thing. I'm sure my nervousness squeaked out in my voice, but i muddled through and managed to get through my day successfully. Outside, the temperature ranged from hot to bloody damn hot. I did not play in my team's final game of the season. The Strikers did win, though, meaning we may or may not be relegated. I think that will boil down to penalty points (that is: points deducted from our total because we didn't do certain things). The day also happens to be Brett's birthday (Happy Birthday, mate!). To celebrate we went to Taco Cabana. Then, Brett, Jill & I wound our way down to No Frills Grill for the final set of natal libations. Through all of this, I didn't take a single photo. Nope. Not one. Luckily my friend, Cormac, stood still long enough in the midnight hour for me to snap this shot: 
I tried to Photoshop the yellow out of his eyes, but after a few attempts, I gave up and left it there. They lend a certain mystique.
Cheers.
~KR (13 August 2007)
Listening to:
Airegin by John Coates
on Piano ... Forte!!
Camera: Canon PowerShot S1 IS
Exposure: 0.017 sec (1/60)
Aperture: f/3.5
Focal Length: 58 mm
Exposure Bias: 0/3 EV
Flash: Flash fired, auto mode, red-eye reduction
