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Sir Bruce leans into the camera lens, sqinting in an effort to see who is watching him on the other side. No use. He breathes on the glass, then licks it, before looking back inside. Still nothing but a little red dot. They were watching him, and he couldn't watch them back. Tch - cameras. They were all the same, unless he was the one taking the pictures. Oh yes, he likes taking pictures. Of people, of nature, urban nightscenes... You name it, and he likes taking pictures of it. For those who are sick of the mind, that serves a deeper meaning, but he doesn't like to go into too much detail about it... In public.

And talking of pictures, it has come to his attention that Rhys of Festering Times has stolen some pictures from his gallery, without his knowledge or permission. Punishment has duly been served, but such a crime deserves more than just a noogie. Sir Bruce shall take revenge.

It has also dawned on Sir, after much reading of other people's blogs, that people talk about things that have happenned to them during their day. However, since Sir lives outside time and space, nothing really goes on around him, let alone to him. He has decided to actually listen to Vodbog complain about her day, and write about that, since he has nothing better to do. Besides cause nuclear wars and stop new medicines from being made and tested. Oh, and eat toffee waffles...

Today, Vodbog had exams. And that's when Sir, after a gruelling 3 seconds of listening, gave up.