So my brother has this picture as his desktop and he think’s it’s the most awesome picture taken by anybody, ever, in the history of all mankind. I’m not gonna go out of my way to disagree, although really it’s pretty obvious that this is the best picture ever taken in all the history of mankind.
I was sitting up real close to the television and I noticed she was all kind of blocky looking, like she had some resolution issues, and I said something about it and he said yeah it’s not that great quality. So I said did you check for higher resolutions, because I knew it came from Flickr, and he said he did check for higher resolutions, but he didn’t think the one on the desk top was the highest resolution one, even though he’d had the better one right there in his browser.
So–and here’s the important part–so I say: I like my bitches in the highest resolution available.
I didn’t know I could be so profound. But then, profoundly what? Disturbing?
I mean how does that come out of your mouth? Is it a geek thing? An instinctually ironic generation X thing? A consequence of being digital? Or what?
At any rate, it was awesome so I twittered it.
I think I could get into twitter. Not as a serious thing the way it is with all these people broadcasting the minutest minutiae of their day-to-day lives, but as some kind of neo-haiku, maybe. some fiction, maybe, like those cell phone novels you always read about they have in Japan.
Hmm.
