I am a camera phone-aholic and I constantly snap pictures of things I see out and about that I plan to share with you guys and I just never seem to find the time to get to it. Time found.
1. This one I took near Grant Street is from yesterday I believe and is just my attempt at further documenting in case you don’t really believe me that THE PIGEONS COME TOO DAMN CLOSE.
These particular two pigeons became overly aggressive immediately after this snapshot was taken. In fact, if I said the F word, I’d have been all “Back up. You need to back the eff up. Just back THE EFF UP!”
2. I snapped this one in Oakland only because I’m surprised some fuddy duddy hasn’t yet lodged a complaint about it.
When I snapped this about a week or so ago, I was drawn to it because there was a kid of about 11 or so waiting for the bus with his mother, and he was just staring at the thing with his mouth slightly open, all “This is as close as I’ve been to illicit boobies in my life so I’m going to stand here and study them like I’m going to be tested, just in case I don’t have the chance to be this close to boobies for a while. Boobies.”
3. These two I snapped downtown over the last few days where we’ve been attacked by the Honey Bunches of Oats Cereal Witnesses. There is a truck or trucks parking in the city and unleashing hard hat-wearing cereal workers with orange buggies full of sample size boxes of Honey Bunches of Oats. And people are descending on these things like pigeons to a thrown bag of french fries.
Today I saw a guy in a suit filling a garbage bag with them.
I mean really, people, chill out. It’s not like they’re giving away Cap’n Crunch Berries or anything.
Also, this kind woman, whose ass I got a picture of …
… approached me today, thrust two boxes at me, and said “Honey Bunches of Oats?” while wearing her bright redish-orange hard hat.
Because you know, when I think of dangerous jobs at which a heavy object can fall on your head and kill your ass, I usually think of two jobs … construction and cereal maker.