I'm back!

Turns out bigger isn't better.
The memory card is 16GB and with all the pictures I've taken (and never removed) it adds up to a few thousand. Conventional card readers just don't cut it. Tried out a few at work and on different computers it turns out that "communication error" on the Canon means it can't handle it.
The camera itself can read the card fine, it is when you connect it to a computer then the problem occurs.

The solution is to get a card reader that will read cards of that size/brand/format. In general the older the card reader is, the less likely it can read the newer (higher capacity size) cards.

Where else in the world can you see the Egyptian god of the underworld? Times Square NY that's where!

Yes that's right. Come one come all, limited time only.  You too can prostrate yourself before the all mighty Anubis who will tower 26 feet above you, puny mortal. Are you a pharaoh in disguise? You can skip right to the front of the line, be mummified and have your soul guided into the afterlife. 

OVO this coming weekend. It better be better than the last one, or rather it shouldn't be specifically for a younger audience. The music has a definite spanish theme to it. The icon/name of the show also represents a pictogram of an insect.

This bugtastic themed performance could be interesting...

Cherry blossoms in DC, plans to visit Apr 3rd weekend.

Driving down to the potomac park and braving the crowds just to see how it is.

Due to the restructuring of the MTA there will be a bunch of job related topics.

Swiped from another website. In order to be happy at your job you need three things:

• Autonomy (that is, you have some say in what you do day to day);
• Complexity (so it's not mind-numbing repetition);
• Connection Between Effort and Reward (i.e. you actually see the awesome results of your hard work).

If you're happy and you know it clap your hands!

ski today

snow snow snow!

It is a done deal!

tomorrow is D-Day!

Only in a NY subway can you be physically squeezed to death by overcrowding on the way home and be mentally aggravated hearing some girl bawling her eyes out while crying on the phone three seats over, only to be accosted midway down the train from a chubby girl who thinks she must vocally share her enthusiasm of singing-for-tone-deaf-people^TM through half the train ride.