Amazing what procrastination does to my posting. Stupid packing.
Last night I went out to Shakespeare in the park with the Mankeys, and despite the fact that Dorothy didn’t think I enjoyed cultural things, it was awesome. Their rendition of Much Ado About Nothing was quite good. This also marked my first time going to Barton Springs (I’ve only been living here for half a decade, gimme a break), which just might be the largest pool I’ve ever been to unless you count the ocean or lakes. All of this is just to provide context for our
shocking discovery:
Amazon and Apple, in an unholy alliance, have created a psychic interface to online shopping. Dylan and I were discussing our mutual desire to purchase Digital SLRs. Ever since I got to use Jesuit’s D30 and D60 back in 2002-03, I’ve really wanted one, but the price was prohibitive. Anyway, we were debating about how much they actually cost, and I figured we might as well actually check. I pull out my iPhone, type in Amazon.com and right there ABOVE THE SEARCH BAR is a selection of DSLRs. I have never opened Amazon on my iPhone before, so they don’t have the connection to my fairly substantial purchase/recommendation history.
Their ability to psychically determine what I want to buy combined with their black magic recommendations lead me to believe that soon I will have no choice but to go slave for them again inside their art deco insane asylum on the hill, if only to get the limited employee discount while I slake my thirst for consumerist happiness.
That seems far more likely than iPhone users, who have already shelled out 300 bucks for a small shiny object being very similar to the demographic of DSLR buyers.