High-Speed Creepy Camera People
"Great, super, spectacular, I'm being tailgated," I thought as I drove home from work on Friday. I hate tailgaters the most when there's absolutely no reason whatsoever for tailgating. It's time to be pissed off at someone and, lucky lucky, it happens to be you. My favorite method of dealing with them is to slow to ridiculous speeds until they get fed up and speed ahead and, failing that, the old Brake Test.
But when I looked closely at my rearview mirror, I noticed that it was a trendy-looking young couple - the driver a bleached blonde woman in a beret, the passenger a goateed hipster in a scarf and jacket. I should also point out that he was holding a very professional-looking camera.
I should probably also point out that he was pointing the camera at me.
So the guy keeps snapping pictures and I'm debating with myself about whether this is for real or whether I'm having some sort of narcissistic delusion. As soon as a break in traffic occurred in the next lane, the car bolts ahead and begins keeping pace with me. I look to the side, and the guy is still snapping pictures.
Of me.
The weirdest thing, though, was the look on their faces. They didn't seem angry at me. They weren't laughing or even talking to each other, so it didn't seem to be some sort of joke. They looked as if it was their job, just one more day of snapping photos of the dork in the black Jetta. I waved an awkward Hello-How's-It-Going-What-The-Hell-Are-You-Doing wave. They slammed on the brakes and flitted off down a side street.
Hah?
...
Spent most of the weekend on what I'm referring to as Comics Project #1. I don't want to name exactly what it is or who it's for, but suffice it to say that it will be my very first published comics work and I'm having the time of my life. I'll spill it when I'm done, but for now, I dunno, I feel as if I might jinx it if I talk about it too much.
Nothing big, just a single-page backup strip at the back of a larger comic, but still.
Okay. Shutting up.
...
Lately I've been getting spammed like crazy.
Not to embarrass my dear, dear wife, but several months ago, trusting faun that she is, she saw an Amazon auction for a Playstation 2 for somewhere in the neighborhood of $20 and she thought it would be a lovely surprise for her husband. Now, most of us would rightly assume that, you know, if it looks to good to be true... well...
As it happens, Carey's trusting nature is one of my favorite things about her, but it's gotten her into trouble once or twice. Upon inspection, the auction was actually for a *web-link for information on how to get a Playstation 2 for $20*, all you had to do was provide the seller with one dollar and your email address for this spectacular deal. So, bless her lovely heart, she GAVE THEM MY EMAIL ADDRESS.
It turned out to be a scam, of course, run by a company selling e-books. Buy several hundred dollars worth of books and you could gain dollar-book-credits that can be redeemed for prizes such as Playstations and blah blah blah... a complete rip-off and, what's worse, now they've got your email address (which they don't mind selling to spammers). It probably didn't help matters when I logged on and left them negative feedback.
Almost immediately, I began getting spam, which was previously a rarity. At last count, I'm up to nearly ten a day with no signs of slowing. It's a total pain in the arse to hassle with changing my address and getting everyone to update their address books, but I don't know, man, if this continues...
Good God, I hate spam.
...
Finally, Dad has informed me that Pat begins her chemo on November 1. There it is.
But when I looked closely at my rearview mirror, I noticed that it was a trendy-looking young couple - the driver a bleached blonde woman in a beret, the passenger a goateed hipster in a scarf and jacket. I should also point out that he was holding a very professional-looking camera.
I should probably also point out that he was pointing the camera at me.
So the guy keeps snapping pictures and I'm debating with myself about whether this is for real or whether I'm having some sort of narcissistic delusion. As soon as a break in traffic occurred in the next lane, the car bolts ahead and begins keeping pace with me. I look to the side, and the guy is still snapping pictures.
Of me.
The weirdest thing, though, was the look on their faces. They didn't seem angry at me. They weren't laughing or even talking to each other, so it didn't seem to be some sort of joke. They looked as if it was their job, just one more day of snapping photos of the dork in the black Jetta. I waved an awkward Hello-How's-It-Going-What-The-Hell-Are-You-Doing wave. They slammed on the brakes and flitted off down a side street.
Hah?
...
Spent most of the weekend on what I'm referring to as Comics Project #1. I don't want to name exactly what it is or who it's for, but suffice it to say that it will be my very first published comics work and I'm having the time of my life. I'll spill it when I'm done, but for now, I dunno, I feel as if I might jinx it if I talk about it too much.
Nothing big, just a single-page backup strip at the back of a larger comic, but still.
Okay. Shutting up.
...
Lately I've been getting spammed like crazy.
Not to embarrass my dear, dear wife, but several months ago, trusting faun that she is, she saw an Amazon auction for a Playstation 2 for somewhere in the neighborhood of $20 and she thought it would be a lovely surprise for her husband. Now, most of us would rightly assume that, you know, if it looks to good to be true... well...
As it happens, Carey's trusting nature is one of my favorite things about her, but it's gotten her into trouble once or twice. Upon inspection, the auction was actually for a *web-link for information on how to get a Playstation 2 for $20*, all you had to do was provide the seller with one dollar and your email address for this spectacular deal. So, bless her lovely heart, she GAVE THEM MY EMAIL ADDRESS.
It turned out to be a scam, of course, run by a company selling e-books. Buy several hundred dollars worth of books and you could gain dollar-book-credits that can be redeemed for prizes such as Playstations and blah blah blah... a complete rip-off and, what's worse, now they've got your email address (which they don't mind selling to spammers). It probably didn't help matters when I logged on and left them negative feedback.
Almost immediately, I began getting spam, which was previously a rarity. At last count, I'm up to nearly ten a day with no signs of slowing. It's a total pain in the arse to hassle with changing my address and getting everyone to update their address books, but I don't know, man, if this continues...
Good God, I hate spam.
...
Finally, Dad has informed me that Pat begins her chemo on November 1. There it is.
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