stopped by the good old amvets on presley blvd last week. nothing earth shattering, but i had the camera so i thought i'd shoot some.
i guess these are supposed to be speed dial suggestions for an old phone? what do you do if you don't know, for example, the cast of "Silk Stalkings" (numbers one and two) or the old couple from a metamucil commercial (number five) or michelle obama (number six) or the kid from the sandlot (number eight) or a cartoon policeman (number seven)? what then? THIS PHONE IS FUCKING USELESS is what.
and distracting too - you basically have to poke like nine people in the face just to make a call.
the ubiquitous cool looking but generally pain in the ass cameras
and this thing, which neither my friend alpha nor my wife nor i could identify with any certainty. clearly it's something for sewing, or cutting or stitching or ripping or maiming or something but we couldn't get it to do anything aside from sit there and confound us. one has to wonder at the $15 price tag. does the staff of the amvets know something we don't? i bet they do. i bet they know a LOT of things we don't.
In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desert knows:
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
"The wonders of my hand." The City's gone,
Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.
We wonder, and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragments huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place.
thank you goodnight