I found this yesterday, online. A photograph of a woman looking at a window:

I think she must be thinking that the window is a door, judging from the way she’s standing there. Does she expect it to open? What’s going on here? It’s infuriating that I don’t know. I would love to know what’s going on in her mind. Perhaps she’s quite happy there! Or about to sneeze. Or perhaps she’s frustrated about something. I know I am!

Hello again, David Finch here. Glad to be back.

I took a photo, yesterday, of a man using a “mixing desk” – you’ll see his hand in the photo, hovering above the controls:

All well and good, but why do they call it a “desk”? You could hardly be expected to do your homework at it, or write a letter upon it, seeing as how the entire surface is covered in switches and buttons!

Have a good week.