November 21, 2002
Wow! A CELL PHONE!

I need a digital camera so bad. I need one because when, for instance, I drive by an "amended" billboard for the Warhol retrospective that says in black spraypaint crazy person letters:

"I CANT STAND ANDY. I CANT S

STAD HIM ANY MORE MORE."

I need to be able to share that with you.

And I need to show you exactly what you would look like if you were jackass enough to stand in the middle of my street, on a gorgeous day when everyone's windows are open, speaking loudly into your hands-free while pacing erratically all over this weird undemarcated area that seems to be awfully important to you.. oh no, apparently not, as when I busted out the Polaroid that seems to have encouraged you to walk towards HQ. Sci*nt*l*gy HQ, mind you. Dude, you're wearing sage green Dockers. Can I just tell you that?

But can I also tell you that when you stand in the middle of the street, talking loudly to no one, that you draw attention to yourself? Like, when the cab stops at the corner and the cabbie stares at you for a little bit, that it's for a reason? And that that attention may or may not include cameras? Just FYI. Because you are a very, very photogenic attention grabber at the moment.

Polaroids just aren't the same as digital cameras though. Especially when I don't have a scanner.

Thunk at 10:53 AM

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