Based upon my last post, specifically the
Wii Victory pose by Tom's
Mii, it got me to thinking about what your cell phone camera can say about you. Devotees will remember an earlier post regarding your e-mail account's intimate knowledge of your lesser accomplishments and greater sins. Well, after some thought (basically how much time it took me to write the first two sentences) I realized it would be better to just post a bunch of things and exercise brevity and comedy as opposed to long-winded nonsensical ranting.
So, here's a sampling of what I find worthy enough to whip out the 1.3MP and
photodocument (
photoment(?)).
It's a Smart Car, which if you don't know, is about the size of Mario Kart car and was made super fuel efficient after a bunch of hippies got
ahold of one. Yeah they can be parked anywhere and are supposed to be safe but personally, I think it was just the spawn of a bunch of
nancies who didn't have the
cajones to ride a motorcycle.
This is Shuffleboard, the bar version. If you've never played, head to Doc's Clock in SF or Rocket Bar in DC or... well, I covered both coasts; if you're not near there, hop on a bus. Anyway, this was a drunken four point throw tossed by Miss Bell in Rocket Bar. A picture capture was demanded, hence the presence on my phone.
PVC piping + Bigger PVC piping + Broken rake handle + Bag of potatoes + Aqua Net + Bic lighter = An eternal bond forged between restless nephews and bored uncles. Courtesy of an industrious cousin (Nick, pictured right) and another cousin's graduation (Andrew, pictured background), the Croce family was brought together to shoot spuds as high and far as they could as young and old alike tried to catch a near flammable
pomme de terre with an infielder's glove. Didn't really work out...
This is Morgan. She has a bucket on her head. Can't really put more into this.
So, during my hiatus from work / life / anything productive in my first couple months of West Coast
livin', I frequented the Chinese food restaurant right down the street from me. Typically it was the Shrimp and
Brocolli (She's
choppin broccolliiiiii) for $4.50. Anyway, while waiting for my
Cat and Seaweed (cause let's be honest, that's what it was), this guy came in and proceeded to order and fall asleep for a good 20 minutes. Wow... that's so funny. No, it's not; just listen. So he proceeds to get woken up by the waitress who delivers him a
friggin prehistoric fish carcass that was as long as the table and cost $45. He hate about 10% of it and got the rest to go.
Lauren is an
effin'
rockstar. She found a website where you can make custom
bobbleheads and found a section that puts your candidate on a motorcycle.
Headbobble.com / Here's the kicker: Ferd didn't think this looked like him. I don't know about you, but I've seen this grill more than once and can tell you this is pretty close.
Inflatable bouncy boxing ring for Erin's birthday. We had to have a generator power this thing and dragged it all the way to Golden Gate park. People got destroyed, little kids wandered over without warning (didn't help that Matt was offering them free candy to lure them over and play with him) and many seams were ripped through excessive jump attacks that found nothing but air and then vinyl.
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In the end, your camera doesn't really say anything except you own a phone with a shitty camera and that you leave your house enough to see things that aren't your office cube (which I do have pictures of on my phone, regrettably).
However... I think that this invention, could very much change the outlook of this blog:
The Flip Mino.Thoughts? Concerns?
Cheezburger?
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