A Few Photos
There’s a new tourism campaign for Las Vegas, with billboards all over Seattle. They went up a few weeks ago, and each one is the same simple format: a big headline in quotes (”I had to unbutton my pants.”) and in fine print below, “X can be your alibi” (”Dining can be your alibi.”). Others are about threesomes and golf, etc.
I feel old for even wondering, but … if you have kids, do you explain these billboards?
I spent the day at TechReady, learning about Sharepoint and Infopath and ODF (great session by Gray) and other things. I went to Fitz’s Sharepoint session this afternoon, to watch him dance around little beta issues as only he can.
Now that I see the photos, the coffee must have been laced with acid or something.
OK, on a more serious note, here’s a great example of why I love the new VR18-200 lens. This photo of Mount Rainier, 60 miles away, in the twilight after the sun went down, was a handheld shot while sitting at a traffic light in my truck, engine idling. It’s not the world’s sharpest picture, but it’s the sharpest picture I’ve taken under those circumstances.
A little further down Rainier, I saw some cops with two young guys handcuffed in front of the bank in Columbia City. Didn’t take any pictures of that, though. Next time.
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on July 27, 2006 at 1:07 pm Megan wrote:
I love that one of the mountain. It must be nice to get arrested with such a spectacular view.
on July 27, 2006 at 5:38 pm Mr. Bruce wrote:
“I feel old for even wondering, but … if you have kids, do you explain these billboards?”
Why Doug, you could certainly find that one out for yourself someday!
on July 28, 2006 at 1:22 am nick wrote:
doug you got it figured out, cats don’t dont ask questions. right? and if they do something is wrong…
on July 28, 2006 at 1:08 pm Doug wrote:
Well, Bruce, as you know I have a pretty consistent track record: I tend to just say it, appropriate or not. “Well, Billy, Las Vegas is a very popular place to have sex with hookers, and many of those men need wholesome-sounding excuses when they come home …”
(I know, Megan, Billy doesn’t ring right, but it’s my standard name for these sorts of comments.)