Lunchtime Is Never What We Expect

Obviously I ain't going for the technical perfection award here, but

thought this image might interest a few whose interests lean in this

direction.

 

Taken with a cheap cell phone.

Very disturbing composition. The yellowish skin tone and beheadedness make me quite uneasy, and his apparent disinterest in the fact that he has a tv for a body. Is that you on the screen? I would be very worried. The guy on the R catching my eye gives me some hope that perhaps it's only a bit of a lark - I think he's going to wink at me any moment.

hahaha....the man above is holding out his brand new whiz-bang cell phone with the two gig camera showing me the picture he just took and I took this picture of his picture with my two year old cell phone with the 680 x 420 (whatever) resolution.

 

Yeah, that's me on the left. The other guy is also named Peter. We look like we are on a televised trial in the Phillipines for selling monkey pituitary gland extract to agents who were undercover for some entirely unrelated sting, like maybe the white cheerleader slavery market. I guess the two Peters were having a really bad day when all we did was go to lunch at Fudrucker's and order the wasabi portobello ostrich burger.

 

Some days are better than others. Thanks, Julie.