hey wow - would you beleive the builders of SITDiary actually have "Antsy" as a mood built into the machine? Cool! Developed my first spool yesterday, having had a flash of brilliance and decided to take a few (eleven, it turns out) trendy, arty shots of The J and the rest of my gear. Oh - that's right - you don't know The J, do you? The J is my shiny red electric guitar - Japetus in full; those in the know will recgonise that as one of the larger satellites of Saturn. It is the yang to the yin of Callisto (my old beaten-up Spanish classical guitar; named after one of the major satellites of Jupiter). Needless to say, some of the pics kinda fucked out a bit - haven't quite got the steadiest hands to hold the camera as yet - I would a put a withdrawing junkie to shame in that department - and the autofocus seems to be a little more sensitive to movement than I'd anticipated, so some of the shots ended up a little pear-shaped; still, it's all good. My wrist, though, is all bad. It hurts. A lot. I tend to exist in a void filled with wrist-action - no, not that kind - guitar playing, writing, lab-work, horrifically violent computer games and karate all being rather wear-and-tear heavy on the ol' carpals and metacarpals and related goods; and my right wrist has been tender in a whisper-to-a-scream kind of way since Hell Night in June. Last night, though... man, did I hurt it opening a Coke bottle for my mom. While it was only sore beforehand if I bent it at right angles - like doing push-ups, say (in fact, I've had to do those on my knuckles for the last 3 weeks as a result of the pain) - it is now just a dull, throbbing drum'n'bass ache at rest, and a sharp, stabbing Iron Maiden guitar-solo agony when I move it. Please please please don't be carpal tunnel syndrome... Couple that with the recurrent ailments - sore ankle (snowboarding tragedy in 2000), sore knee (Hell Day 2004), sore throat/chest (winter 2004), sore shoulder (karate injury 1994), sore brain (looooong time) and whatever else - I think I'm breaking. What's the warranty on a human, anyone? laters