Here are some pictures I took with the Soviet-made half-frame Fed Micron at the weekly poker tournament. It’s a bad, bad… bad camera. Probably made out of re-smelted T-34.  

Ivy digs. 

Paul adopts a zen-like posture while listening to the last take, making the Anka-like barrage of obscenities that follows all the more shocking. The man is a tyrant in the control room.