Keychain Camera

Don't mention your evil side.
New York, New York - August 2005

On a hunch, I ran down to K-Mart and got one of these here keychain digital cameras (new window). For $21 i got a flimsy piece of plastic that fits in the palm of my hand, a USB cable, and software. Evidently, these things are made by the same company, and then labeled by whomever wants to license it. So, this little number is labled as being a Gemini(r) product.

I'm going to play with this thing this weekend, and post some pictures in the next couple of days.

In the meantime, here's the first four (new window), thanks to our friends at flickr (new window).

In Duane Reade

Pears melts at a temperature.
Farmingdale, New York - July 2005

I'm not trying to compete with that other site that talks about things that have been overheard in stores around town, but this one is too good to pass up.

Last night, I went out to dinner with Tanja for her birthday. Whatever you do, don't eat at the Tagine Gallery on 9th Avenue & 40th street. It was tasty, but there was something wrong with the food. Something so very wrong with the food that I spent the train ride home sweating in a well-air conditioned car, and I had to go to Duane Reade a few minutes ago to get some sort of thermonuclear-strength stomach remedies for me and the Mrs.

In the store, was a very stressed out, angry sounding woman. She was several aisles away from the Pepto department but she was talking loud enough for everyone to hear. "Where do you keep the pregnancy tests?!" she yelled, and I could hear an employee mumble her in the right direction, which happnened to be not far from where I was clutching my gut. I can only imagine she was wandering aimlessly around near the "I Love New York" ash trays and shot glasses until she realized that wasn't quite right.

She and the man she was with, whom I assumed to be the potential father, walked past me down the aisle, and over to where the pregnancy tests were. He asked her if she knew what kind to get.

"Whatever's cheap," she said, "I gotta get a lot of them." Well, this was intriguing. He companion told her that maybe she should get something more expensive, trying to tell her that they might be more expensive, but they're probably more reliable, and safer. Safer? Well, his heart was in the right place, at least.

"No, shut up," she said, and I heard a bunch of boxes fall into the folding push cart that she brought into the store with her. "My brother said that I have to have these if I'm going to work with him, so I'm just doing what I'm told and I'm keeping it cheap. I don't give a shit either way." The walked past me and got in a checkout line.

Sentences

For long-lasting cold relief.
Berkeley, California - September 2003

I've been meaning to have a real post up soon, but sorry, dear fans, it's been busy around here. So, here's some sentences.

Leaving iced tea in his wake.
Leaving ice cream in his wok.
We will publish our findings.
We salute our insect leaders.
Big cans little cans America.
Noted tennis pro Blair Baker.
Atlanta's nothing but robots.
Stone me and spit in my eyes.
Amazing Race Survivor Punk'd.
Eye of tiger thrill of fight.
I'll add her to my whitelist.
Married living with my folks.
Cheese wine and french dudes.
Dangermouse Inspector Gadget.
Never have that recipe again.
I'm off today and Monday too.
The new Ben Folds Five album.
Hola Bon Jour Guten Tag 'Sup.
Some more Oaxacan princesses.
On the midnight train to Goa.
Gimme two slices and a Pepsi.
Yeah I think we're alone now.
Turkish delight moonlit Arab.
No more duplicated sentences.
Bay Ridge Park Slope Midwood.
Only the best blowjob videos.

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By the way, before anyone gets themselves sick with concern, thanks to the great compromise of August 2005, Jim (new window) and I have removed the duplicate sentences from our lists. So, the following seven have been removed from mine.

Antidisestablishmentarianism.
Form running levers after me.
I'll just scratch my temples.
It looks like it is a female.
Scooby Doo killed the pastor.
The National Football league.
Wolfgang wrote on the pianos.

This was all made possible by the search contraption (new window) that he whipped up a couple of days ago. So, if you've ever wondered how many times I've found myself inspired to write about pork, wonder no more.

Thank you for your continued support and understanding through this difficult time.
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Happy Birthday, Tanja. :-)