I’ve Got A Damn Cold And It’s Cold. But Wait! It Gets More Interesting.
So I Got A New Shitty Phone Camera
It started with getting a new shitty phone/camera combo. It does have a brilliant idea inside of it. This strange and brilliant idea is that cell phone cameras suck and that for now, there’s no way to really make a pinhole work like a real lens – unless you use software.
The cell phone I have and one other company’s cell phone are the only phones with designers who understand this. The other incorporates software to do a large range of effects. The camera I bought, does this well for just one effect – HDR. As a bonus, I can extract a RAW file out of it so that I can manipulate it to my personal taste and desires.
I’m excited! My body is not. A cold has set in. The weather is a windy and blistering cold, so that’s not going to work. My ventures with this shitty camera/shitty phone will be limited.
This cold lead me to legal pharmaceuticals for help.
A Drug So Powerful, I Will Not Name It
I’m sensitive to drugs in unpredictable ways. For example, Motrin puts me to sleep quickly. According to doctors, some of my reactions are just not possible. This is frightening because I know they happen. Either I’m not a real human patient or their not real doctors.
Due to this situation, I rarely touch any drugs and I’m extremely careful when I do. I have one over-the-counter cold medicine that seems to work close to what’s intended as it puts me to sleep when I have a cold. It’s just sleep though, not real rest. I awake in a weird realm of reality for a while too.
As I leave out for work, I stare at the bird feeder in the snow with morning sun rays playing on the scene. I even take the time in the bitter cold wind to photograph it.
On To Work, Just Past the Creepy Jail
So off to work I go. I’m excited to see what the day has planned and I have tissues ready. I’m even ready for the leer of those who will be certain that my sneeze will mean certain death by plague for them. On my way in, I pass the jail that I’ve grown to hate.
I hate this old jail because of what it symbolizes – a loss of freedom. Sure many who were housed there a long time ago deserved their punishment, but this building’s utility has long since passed. Now, the county owns it and taxpayer money is confiscated to care for it out of the claim that it’s “historic”.
Historic my ass. Do you think anyone spends 2 seconds wishing they could revisit that night in the county jail from 1968?
I know I’ll always remember how creepy the old place is. That’s historically significant.
Did I Enter Bat Country?
Then I encounter a dead bat in my path. I don’t think that I’ve ever found a dead bat. It’s there though. Very damn cold and very damn dead.
I flash back to the only other bat that I’ve seen dead and that was in the movie, Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas. It’s at the 1:39 mark of this clip.
More Encounters With The Absurd
After this, I had an encounter with a drug addled lunatic. All that I did was listen. It was intense for him. For me, a bore.
Of course, a morning like this made me think of Hunter S. Thompson. I am in strong disagreement with Mr. Thompson’s advice on drugs, but as he’s stated, his approach worked for him. My approach is that you don’t really need them if you pay attention to how strange and entertaining the world really is. A certain perspective of not giving a care(yes, care is the word) is required, but reality and over-the-counter pharmaceutically induced sleep can put you into Bat Country too.