Was out and shooting, when some random cart handle in Seoul Station veritably reached into my bag and pulled the camera out by its strap and seemingly threw it onto the ground.
Plasticky crash, thud, tumble, tumble later, my prime lens (Canon 10-22 EFS) had a crushed filter (it took most of the hit) and the lens moves funny. It has to be looked at. But the glass seems to be fine. Still, I think she's in critical condition. At least my new 40D seems to be OK. That'd be all I needed now.
Shit, shit, shit!
It was a $700-and-change lens, but with the yen getting a bit stronger, it's now nearly a grand, I hear.
Bye, bye, baby.
Not a good night. I think I'm going to go eat some Mentos and Diet Coke and roll about on the floor to put myself out of my misery.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAArgh!
