4 pics 1 day
Wherever I go I always carry around my Canon PowerShot SD770 “blackeye”. It’s impossible to know exactly when a camera will come in handy. Fed up with the quality of my cell phone pictures my wonderful wife surprised me with this amazing tiny camera for Christmas. It’s subtle and far more convenient than lugging around my Nikon D200 everywhere I go.
Here is a quick overview of four pictures taken within the space of ten hours today:
Arriving at work the first thing I typically do is consume some sort of energy drink. Today I overdid it and slammed down not just a Mana energy drink but also one of their newly released health drinks and a Monster. Lemme tell ya, if you think it’s easy to code sober try it while woozy, shaking, and sweating from an overdose of chemicals spelled with more than 15 characters and six syllables, containing nearly 7000% the daily recommended dose of B12 , and 160 milligrams of caffeine. Better living through chemistry…
For lunch I went to the gym, then made a quick run to the mall to pick up a tuna sandwich. Killing a few minutes I stepped into a store where I saw this sad display of Brett Favre “action figures”. Evidently they’re unable to unload this particular item, even with a 40% discount. It appears that Favre’s star had fallen so hard that even Warren Moon is easily outselling the Favre figures. QQ…
On my drive home I happened to fall in line at the metered freeway light behind this particular vehicle whose license plate was just too cool not to photograph.
Winding down for the day I managed to catch this condescending commercial that takes place in the front yard of a middle-class suburban home. The man of the house has apparently wandered outside with a cereal box gingerly tucked in the crook of his arm, holding a bowl of said cereal floating gingerly in a pool of perfectly chilled milk, his other hand lovingly scooping with a spoon mounds of fiber goodness into his open, quivering, expectant mouth. Meanwhile, what I can only assume is a friendly (if not over-exuberant) neighbor who, wearing a particularly distracting sweater vest and speaking in a thick Indian accent, explains in painfully detailed prose the health benefits of the cereal his now glassy-eyed neighbor with the 1000-yard stare is serenely consuming.
Outside. In his bathrobe. While a woman, who I can only assume is his wife, stares disdainfully at him.
In what reality does this occur, and why am I having such a difficult time wrapping my brain around these visuals? Is it just me?
