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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

      ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

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          • October 5, 2010 9:51 pm
            Google Earth Live has evolved so much that I’ve been zooming in on my job site and recording it daily on my computer. Then in the evening I come home, eat dinner by myself and watch myself work. I watch my coworkers. I watch myself go to lunch across the street to the sandwich shop. I can look at all the pretty girls who walk by at my leisure. Girls who I’d never dare leer at in real life, because I’m not a creep.  Its all pretty interesting but I’ve decided that I need more, so I planted a directional microphone in my pants. I can record sound and sync it up with the video when I get home. I’ve gotten to where I’m pretty good at amplifying the sound and being able to zoom in the picture. I can see and hear almost everything that is going on around me for 100 yards. The only trouble I have is with reflections and echos. For instance one time I zoomed in on a topless women sunbathing only to discover when I zoomed out, that I’d masturbated to a branch of a tree. Yesterday I zoomed in on a women at the train stop who was breast feeding her baby only then to witness a murder. Today at lunch I saw a bunch of construction workers on break. They were drinking frappuccinos, whistling and staring at something all wide eyed. I couldn’t see what they were looking at so when I got home I zoomed in and all I could see was a little bird, with a broken wing, trying to fly.

            Google Earth Live has evolved so much that I’ve been zooming in on my job site and recording it daily on my computer. Then in the evening I come home, eat dinner by myself and watch myself work. I watch my coworkers. I watch myself go to lunch across the street to the sandwich shop. I can look at all the pretty girls who walk by at my leisure. Girls who I’d never dare leer at in real life, because I’m not a creep.

             Its all pretty interesting but I’ve decided that I need more, so I planted a directional microphone in my pants. I can record sound and sync it up with the video when I get home. I’ve gotten to where I’m pretty good at amplifying the sound and being able to zoom in the picture. I can see and hear almost everything that is going on around me for 100 yards. The only trouble I have is with reflections and echos. For instance one time I zoomed in on a topless women sunbathing only to discover when I zoomed out, that I’d masturbated to a branch of a tree. Yesterday I zoomed in on a women at the train stop who was breast feeding her baby only then to witness a murder. Today at lunch I saw a bunch of construction workers on break. They were drinking frappuccinos, whistling and staring at something all wide eyed. I couldn’t see what they were looking at so when I got home I zoomed in and all I could see was a little bird, with a broken wing, trying to fly.

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