I really wish I had a picture of this.

This morning I was helping move some chairs out of the TV studio, when I bumped the fire extinguisher. It's just a little hand held extinguisher and it sits right where we stack the chairs. It gets in the way a lot. Over the years we've bumped, kicked and knocked it around, always saying we needed to find a better place to put it. Well, today it decided it had had enough abuse. I watched it slowly topple over -- I had barely brushed the thing -- and then there was an explosion of pink powder!

I grabbed it, and thinking it was probably pointless, held my finger over the end of the nozzle -- lo and behold, that stopped the spray. But there's no turning it off, and the pressure needed to stop it was not insignificant. Can't go outside and set it off on the street, Tokyo's a crowded place -- we'd get pink powder all over scores of people and cars. So I went with another PBA guy to the building's maintenance office to get them to let us out on the roof to blow it off. We were heading for the roof when my finger slipped and the hall got a blast of pink.

We finally made it out to the roof and blasted the rest of the contents into a big garbage bag. Had to go sheepishly apologize to people cleaning great splashes of pink on the third and seventh floors. Reminded me of a hat. And a cat. And VOOM.

The rest of the day was spent uneventfully on editing a video for this Saturday, setting up a new editing computer, solving a network printer problem, fixing a bug in a computer program (that I wrote -- I hate it when that happens), and paperwork.

Not nearly so exciting.