SubscribeLook! Reality!
For about a year and a half now, I’ve worked in a basement. It’s a nice basement, I’ll grant you… the former home of a local winery, and comprehensively renovated with galvanized steel sliding doors and suspended plexiglass walls and recessed halogen lights and the whole bit.
But it’s still a basement. From where I sit I can’t see a single ray of daylight, and now that the weather’s improving this is becoming a problem. So I had an idea.
I brought in these chintzy little wireless cameras I ordered a few years ago, set one on a windowsill upstairs, wired the receiver thingy to the TV sitting between James and Arnie’s desks, and boom – a virtual window on the world.
It’s fantastic. Our coworker Jake says it’s stupid, but he’s a big baby elephant.
See? Somebody just walked by with tan pants on. There’s a Chevy Trailblazer parked out front. The sun is shining. All these things I couldn’t have known otherwise.
I don’t care that the image sometimes flickers. I don’t care that it only works in one specific place or the picture turns to static. All I care about is that I can see what’s going on outside, as it goes on, and I am happy.
Call it self-deceit if you want to (Jake); it’s a good trick.
If you happen to be walking by, please wave.
Oh, Col, anyone that knows you even a little bit should have expected that sooner or later! Way to go!
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Very clever!
It’s actually quite sad. He sits by the television now, pining for the sun’s warm caress, like a child might fawn over a picture of a toy in a catalogue. It’s not the real thing, Colin-child. What good is the false hope that a quasi-reality brings, except to tease and tempt you with what you can never have! Oh the humanity!
-jake :p
You know…now we have a reason to walk over and moon Jake. It would be perfect for that.
I’m really just jealous…that’s all.
Love the idea….where do you get such contraptions?
Tom – I think they came from one of those obnoxious emails sent out by X10 dot com… your source for everything fun, dorky and cheaply constructed.