Somewhere, along the timeline of human history, Friday the 13^th acquired a bad rap. I've decided to celebrate this periodic calendar event with pictures of broken stuff.

Cut short, in their prime.

I tacked on the mood lit AC-8 not because it is broken (superstitiously touches wood.. hahaha) but as a counter balance to the sorry tubes above. I also need to dig up four more bayonet mount 30 volt miniature lamps.

Such subservience to superstition illustrates the fact that by and large, we are all essentially overgrown children. I dream of a day in which a critical ratio of the population breaks out of that stifling shell and we can move toward self sufficiency and betterment in a reasonably intelligent world. You know, let's start scratching the surface of our potential as a life form...

But it's an uphill battle, and we're losing ground. I present this lawsuit as an example of why we can't have nice stuff and the human species is really looking more or less doomed every day, Friday the 13^th or no. While it is unfortunate someone is burdened with crippling problems, wildly shooting into a crowd with the intent of picking off beneficial entities is reckless and absurd. Uphill battle indeed.

Apologies for polluting my thread with social commentary, been fighting a head cold this week and am surly and gloomy. Happy Friday!