Careful. Getting lost is how a lot of horror flicks start. If you see a dude wearing a hockey mask and wielding a chainsaw/a mechete/a bag full of childhood angst, you’d be well-advised to double back and just find the highway. Back roads are the authors of destruction in some stories.
The network just called. They’ve asked me to notify you to remove your title immediately because evidently someone already named a crappy television show after your post. I say tell ‘em to eff off, but that’s not technically legal advice, ok?
Your next photo essay can involve trying to refold the map. (GPS eliminates such fun. Also, I have a “vintage maps” wall calendar right now–full of sea monsters and inaccurately shaped continents–and I just can’t imagine that the “vintage GPS routes” wall calendar a few hundred years from now will be as cool.)
May 31st, 2009 at 10:50 pm
Your iPhone has a GPS… might want to give that a try!
May 31st, 2009 at 11:35 pm
Wherever you go, there you are. Getting somewhere else is another matter though. I can hook you up.
June 1st, 2009 at 2:37 am
I think we were supposed to take a left turn at Albuquerque, boss.
June 1st, 2009 at 6:57 am
dave: couldn’t get onto the 3G network in this photobooth… stinking AT&T.
claire: are you moonlighting as a travel agent? got any good deals to vegas?
vahid: but, but… brandon’s GPS told me to take the high road!
June 1st, 2009 at 12:10 pm
Careful. Getting lost is how a lot of horror flicks start. If you see a dude wearing a hockey mask and wielding a chainsaw/a mechete/a bag full of childhood angst, you’d be well-advised to double back and just find the highway. Back roads are the authors of destruction in some stories.
June 1st, 2009 at 2:24 pm
The network just called. They’ve asked me to notify you to remove your title immediately because evidently someone already named a crappy television show after your post. I say tell ‘em to eff off, but that’s not technically legal advice, ok?
June 1st, 2009 at 11:08 pm
I have no sense of direction, so that’s how I look 90 % of my life.
June 2nd, 2009 at 7:30 am
sir: exactly! that’s why i’m so upset about being lost!
shari: i was going to title this one “how i met your mother” but seems the networks got all pissy about that one too.
churlita: i’m right there with you. born without an internal compass. sad, really.
June 2nd, 2009 at 9:09 am
But you found yourself, right?
June 2nd, 2009 at 2:03 pm
Your next photo essay can involve trying to refold the map. (GPS eliminates such fun. Also, I have a “vintage maps” wall calendar right now–full of sea monsters and inaccurately shaped continents–and I just can’t imagine that the “vintage GPS routes” wall calendar a few hundred years from now will be as cool.)
June 2nd, 2009 at 2:18 pm
Ooh, wish I did. I could use some Vegas about now. I was more offering my decent sense of direction and map-reading skillz.
June 3rd, 2009 at 7:39 am
whitenoise: eventually, yes. i was right there the whole time!
cheryl: you know, you’re right. map folding is going to become one of the lost arts thanks to GPS’s. so sad.
claire: i could use some vegas as well!