bloody telemarketers

So this guy has been calling for my mother every day for the past two weeks or so. Usually in the afternoon when she's not home. He asks for her by her first name, but he sounds to be about my age, so up until now I've assumed he's a telemarketer. Here's the transcript of our latest little chat.
( verbal abuse )

Now I'm REALLY pissed off. And I tried star-69ing and it's "unavailable or private". **sigh** So... anyway... Jesus Christ...

more with the phone calls

Got a couple more nasty phone calls in the course of a few minutes.

Then my mom got home. I told her what had happened, and as I was finishing, the phone rang. My mom answered. And let me just tell you, hilarity ensued! She acted all confused "no, I didn't talk to you earlier, no one else lives here, and I've been out"... and then when he wanted her bank account number "I don't have one. I live in a box." She asked what the guy was going to do with the money. Turns out he wanted to take a bus to Jamaica - no lie.

Eventually, after about twenty minutes or so of my mom messing with him, he hung up.

pictures!

Photography today was... interesting. Stressful. Especially since my negatives are so dark I have to expose them for over a minute on the highest f-stop. My contact sheet looks like crap for the most part. HOWEVER...

I did end up getting a very nice print of my dog. I was so pleased. :)

Tomorrow I'm going to Cambridge to get my s3 DVDs (hopefully they'll still have some in stock), and going to the camera place to get my camera fixed. Then I go to my first calligraphy class, which is exciting, since it's being taught by my drawing comp instructor.