I endured more than a few WTF moments trying to configure my new cell phone.  I was holding it my lap when trying to figure out its features; it kept showing me pictures I accidentally took of my own crotch and then cheerfully assuring me “SETUP COMPLETE!!!”

I finally pulled up the “Gallery” function on the damned thing, and there they are — eight photos of my lap.  I don’t even know how to erase them.  Gonna put ’em together and make a “Crotch Shot Collage,” and then seek an NEA grant.

It’s things like this that inspired the Luddites.

Anyway, those are indeed wood chips you see — I actually live in a giant hamster habitat.