Monday, February 13, 2006
How bizzaaah, how bizaaah...
(you know, that song from the 90s)
so i took a little siesta when i got hom from work and had a truly strange dream. it goes a little something like this...
i think i must have been an ad exec listening to pitches. one of them was a giganormous telephone (i mean, we're talking stood a couple stories high) shaped like a tyranasaurus rex. and get this. the actual telephone part of this monstrosity was the t-rex's penis. and he was proportionally rather small now that i think about it.
although it was funny in its own right, i couldn't argue that we could ever find a market for this thing, so i shot it down. in doing so, i called it horrifucking. because it was fucking horrible. as bad as fucking a whore (whore-i-fucking). then i started laughing hysterically, in the dream. but it was enough to wake me up at that point.
it was at that moment that i then looked up and saw my ceiling fan, which led to a bolt of inspiration. no, not to literally freeze myself to death by turning it on, but a brilliant photo shoot idea. (yes, stupid to tell the world in case somebody steals the idea, but also smart to show i called dibs on the idea first.) the necessities... digital camera, fan on low speed, a brave (or stupid) streak, and a lot of faith. put camera on timer plus burst-shot feature and steady it
facing outward on one of the blades. then it takes odd shots of the room in motion. pretty cool little photo essay if it turns out the way i envision it. we'll see if i can make it happen. i'll have to see if i have an available memory card first and foremost.
oh yes, and the most important thing to all the men out there, i did take note of tony's photo suggestion and do have a short plaid skirt........ first in line to be my photographer?
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