Last night, I took a most unusual self portrait:
Yeah, that's me alright... anybody got any idea what the hell's going on?
We have a couple of powerful flashlights on the job (one is a 1.5 million candlepower rechargeable spotlight that became a particular favorite of one of my co-workers after I demonstrated it to him... he'd so much as see a car in the parking lot after dark and he'd shine that monster on the occupants and they'd leave PRONTO- yeah, I created a monster). Our newest flashlight, powered by two C-cells, was dropped by one of the guys in the department, so the button for the switch popped off. To turn the thing on or off, one has to use a pen or a key, or what-have-you to hit the switch. Last night, I kept the light on (we're using rechargeable batteries at this time, so it's not that much of a waste), but slipped the thing up my sleeve when I wanted a little darkness. The light is powerful enough that it was able to render my hand translucent... making me look like some kind of creepy horror out of "Warcraft".