How do I crack myself up? Let me count the ways.
First, I clad myself in the most sought after Christmas gift of the season, a Prairie Ho Companion t-shirt, and then took pictures. Sassy pictures. Why? Because this is what I do to amuse myself. But in case you're not from Minneapolis and don't especially know what the big deal about being a 'Prairie Ho Companion' is, you can read a little refresher over here. Poor Rex can't sell these t-shirts anymore, but I'm thinking that *my* million dollar idea will be to finish this series of Warhol-esque t-shirt photographs and sell the prints at ridiculously high prices with my signature scribbled in silver ink in the corner. I'll be posting the follow-up to this picture tomorrow in which it looks like I'm blindfolded.
Second, I like to take pictures of myself when my friend's are running from the law. I'm good under pressure like that. I didn't especially realize I stuck out my pinky when I'm shooting, but to be fair that wasn't even my camera so I'm going to dismiss it as a one-off Canon tick.
Third, when a male friend of mine gets hot flashes after checking out a hot chick at the other end of the bar and is too chicken-shit to talk to her, I take my responsibility as a good-deed-doing friend very seriously and will often-times send him off with my camera to do a little recon work. I can only do so much people, the rest is up to you. Sadly this story didn't end with said friend actually talking to said hot chick, but it did end up with us getting hugely drunk on a Thursday evening and stumbling around the city taking photographs of flags and flowers with our lomos.
Fourth, I can't wait to tell my mom that my most favorite Christmas present (so far) this year was getting the DVD box set of The L Word. I'm gonna have my camera ready so I can be sure to capture that moment for all of eternity because, well, wouldn't you? It should one of the highlights of my year.
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That's because you told me that my camera is too small...So I compensate by buying the biggest freaking lens I can afford.
There's no connection between that and the fact that I own a Porsche too. None. What. So. Ever. *sob*
As for your good deeds, I think buying me shots that night was a much better idea than handing a drunken chicken-shit your camera. ;-)
Let me know if the L Word is any good. I've been thinking about picking that up but I wanted a guinea pig first... wait...did I just call you a pig? i kid, i kid. (btw - I'm commenting from a mall in an apple store. just thought that should be mentioned)