So, the Eye-Fi phenomenon isn't brand new, but seriously people, this is pretty sick. Pretty sick and pretty DANGEROUS.
So, you're out with your friends on one wild weekend. You get so incredibly smashed and all of a sudden... it's picture time. You're blacked out, but somehow summon your inner Annie Leibowitz and start shooting your friends. The beer and vodka are flowing like wine and some of the girls get a little rowdy (ROW-D-Y) suddenly it's like Wild Things in there, flesh flying and bras on the rafters. You're shutterbugging it up, thinking you'll win an award for these photos even though you haven't even looked through the viewfinder once. Then everything goes black.
The next morning, awakening from under a pile of couch cushions and pizza boxes, you stumble into the kitchen to down countless glasses of water and enough Excedrin to kill a small horse. One of the girls who was "soooooooodrunk" last night saunters in, looking frantically around saying "where's that camera from last night? We need to delete those pictures NOW!"
Suddenly it all comes back to you... the flashes (of the flashbulb and the other kind), the laughing, the midgets (yeah, it was a crazy night)... then... horror.
You grab your iPhone, surf to Facebook and see it.... 121 new alerts (21 wall posts and 100 image commments).
Thanks to your Eye-Fi card, not only did you have a rocking good time, you've also become an amateur porn photographer and all your Facebook friends (including your coworkers and your little sister) have had time to feast teir eeys on the evidence since you didn't wake up until 1pm.
Thanks, Eye-Fi!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
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