Among many other surprises from the recent closet-cleaning was that I have a 500mm fixed zoom lens, a Vivitar piece that requires a T-Mount adapter. On account of the adapter I think I’ll find it useless, since there is no electronic sensor to communicate whether the subject is in focus. I went to Rainey Park to try it out, and have not looked at the pictures yet, but I’m sure I did not know what I was doing.
I had dreams through the night that members of a BBS I used to be on years ago had all moved to Norway and Ukraine and several other countries and become Internet nudists. They all just sat around all day naked, checking in on each other’s web cams. It was a virtual nudist colony.
I may have thought of this after being randomly reminded last night about one of the first times I used CU-SeeMe, an early web video conferencing software. You would find people to chat with by connecting to “reflectors”, and while many reflectors existedd they were mostly deserted. So one time I finally found a reflector that had 9 or 10 windows. This was over a dialup connection so of course it was slow as hell, so I got up and went to the kitchen for a bit. I came back and found that all those 9 or 10 windows were streaming video of men’s cocks. It was like a big virtual circle jerk. It was funny but I couldn’t close the program fast enough…
Woman stopped me at the corner of 14th Street and 34th Avenue to ask where 34-65 14th Street was. It seemed like an unlikely address for a street that appeared to only have 5 or 6 buildings but I unintenttionally mailed it, directing her to the right building with the disclaimer that my guess was as good as hers.
Months ago I filmed a 1-minute promo for the Lenovo Horizon 2, to be used as publicity for the next version of the device. They told me it would be released September 1 but I hadn’t seen it at Best Buy or anywhere. It sounds like the thing was just released today, so maybe I’m on screen somewhere at this moment.
Tomorrow is head to New York City! hah. It’s the 25th anniversary tomorrow of the day I left Tampa for good. These years pass like minutes. I remember so much about that train ride, which sent me to NYC via a weekend stay in Bucks County, PA, a suburb of Philadelphia. I remember getting to 30th Street Station in Philadelphia and needing to get to a bathroom ASAP, as I’d been hesitant to take a dump on the train. It was the most cataclysmic dump of my life up to that point. As I sat there basking in the afterglow a man entered the bathroom and, seeing that every stall was occupied, shouted out “MAN I GOTTA TAKE A SHIT SO FUCKIN’ BAD!” Next thing I heard was the sound of toilet paper being unrolled, frantically, as all the other dudes seemed to be afraid this guy was going to further intrude upon their post-defecatory serenity.
