Camera Phone Picture Gallery II: Return of the Hot Pink Razr

With all the between jobs traveling, sleeping in late, afternoon boozing and subsequent napping; the reality show TV-watching, the sunning and the directionless strolling, I have been noticeably disconnected. In truth, I have nothing to comment on—not even the birth of Jamie Lynn's baby girl, because two of my good friends just gave birth, which to me, is much more exciting, nor the death of Tim Russert as it has already been discussed ad nauseum. So instead of describing my father crying as he watched the news, or impart the rather gruesome knowledge I have obtained about child labor, I will simply unload my camera phone for another gallery entry. Innocuous; uninsightful; kind of amazing.

1. Taken at a McDonald's parking lot in Colorado—where else?


2. Indisputably the most terrifying mannequin in all of Manhattan, a "little girl" who sits in the window of a fabric shop on 38th Street between 8th and 9th Avenues.


3. Really, FDNY? Don't you think it's a little too soon post-9/11 to be making light of your jobs? Or do you (shudder) actually call your firetruck the Batmobile?


4. My camera was unable to capture this photo in a way that would relay the entire, rather hilarious, effect of this man lounging in his cowboy boots against a tree in Hoboken, NJ, nonchalantly talking on his phone.


5. Nothing brings out pure Hulkian rage in me like the overt display of a prized possession.


6. And I thought the days of dressing like Michael Jackson were over. I guess band uniforms never really change.


7. Beowulf Kitty: still fat, still likes to lounge like an overweight baseball fan watching the Yankees game from a stained couch somewhere above 125th Street.