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The Glowing Eye and Punnery Denied.
Aug. 11th, 2006 01:56 amThe infra-red remote for the camera I'm using in my Foot Photography Booth for Burning Man is very small. When you decided to immortalize your $300 go-go boots/playa-ravaged feet/contorted gonads for some random perverted stranger, wouldn't *you* rather press a BIG button than some chumpy little circle? So I went to Frys and bought a memorizing remote, tried it with the camera remote. And it worked! So I programmed all 9 numeric keypad digits to transmit the FIRE! signal, and I'm going to make a big, fat rubber button that fits over all 9 of them at once. I'll still need to do some testing, but I think I can write this major milestone off my checklist.
As a brief aside, I was fucking *starving* and on deadline at Frys, so I ordered a sandwich. I didn't realize they would assume it was a "for here" order, so I when I went to check out I slapped this roast beef sandwich onto the counter. The checkout girls smiled and said "Wow! No one has ever brought us lunch before!"
Right at this moment, one of the most important moments of my life, years of discipline and training paid off. Had I not reached my current level of maturity, had I let the headrush of flirting overcome my good sense, I would have said:
"Would you like Frys with that?"
At which point I would clearly have been struck down by God with enough force to annihilate all of Round Rock and a substantial portion of North Austin. Obviously, other than killing Ryan, no major loss to Austin at large. However, becoming a faint burn-shadow defining the center of a 10-mile blast crater gently adrift in the powerdered bodies and broken dreams of a minor municipality was not part of my plans for this particular Thursday.
Instead, I said *nothing*.
Nothing.
"And baby Jesus smiled."
As a brief aside, I was fucking *starving* and on deadline at Frys, so I ordered a sandwich. I didn't realize they would assume it was a "for here" order, so I when I went to check out I slapped this roast beef sandwich onto the counter. The checkout girls smiled and said "Wow! No one has ever brought us lunch before!"
Right at this moment, one of the most important moments of my life, years of discipline and training paid off. Had I not reached my current level of maturity, had I let the headrush of flirting overcome my good sense, I would have said:
"Would you like Frys with that?"
At which point I would clearly have been struck down by God with enough force to annihilate all of Round Rock and a substantial portion of North Austin. Obviously, other than killing Ryan, no major loss to Austin at large. However, becoming a faint burn-shadow defining the center of a 10-mile blast crater gently adrift in the powerdered bodies and broken dreams of a minor municipality was not part of my plans for this particular Thursday.
Instead, I said *nothing*.
Nothing.
"And baby Jesus smiled."
