I have several times arrogantly been questioned, “Why are you taking photos?” while outside in public, photographing inanimate objects. Twice now in the Bronx.
It’s quarter to Nintendotime.
Dude, trust me, nobody’s interested in seeing a photo of you.
I have one of the machines that got the shitty surface mounted nVidia chips. Or should I say, I had.
Video death.
Things didn’t get any better around here in March. In fact they got much worse.
Apparently the MTA spun the freight off from the LIRR. If this actually achieves anything, it can only be to prove that the MTA is incompetent at running railroads. Ouch.
And there it goes, the New York & Atlantic.
No photos were taken in February. An entire month went by with nothing worth taking a photo of.
This would have never happened in Brooklyn.
One last trip into the city in January on the 21st, and hung out with Viza.
I saw no sheepsheads. I saw no sheeps. I thought sheeps wasn’t a word. I was wrong.
