Pictures

-M (such a stupid name) informed me that our blog needs pictures. I disagree, as a word is worth .1% of a picture. And since our Twitter-driven society is all about brevity these days, wouldn't you want the smaller little chunk?

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Yes. I understand that argument doesn't make sense.

Here's what I don't like about pictures. You bring camera so you can document memories of stuff, right? But the catch: you generally aren't in your pictures. My parents told me to take pictures when I vacationed to the Dominican Republic. So I do. Took pics of the beach, and the shells, and the water, and the food, and all that stuff. And they were like "are there any pictures of you?" Of course there aren't! It's my camera! I'd look like a tool if I brought a camera to a place and then told the person I'm with to take a bunch of pictures of me. If someone tells me to take a picture of them, I'll give them a max of two. Any more than that, I think they're a dick.

And then I continue taking pics of them obediently like a neutered puppy dog.

But regardless! Seems like a bitch move. We need to invent a camera that attaches to you from a distance of about ten feet away from you. Like a helmet that attaches to your head and has a pole that holds a camera on you from a perfect distance. Of course, then you'd look like a moron.

But I'm used to that.