wiredfool

One might ask: You go to a parade with 10 foot puppets, stilt walkers, naked bicyclists, mostly naked samba dancers, found item percussionists, green aliens in climbing gear, a photo booth where your picture can be taken as a cop or naked bicyclist, and get exactly zero pictures out of it? At the single most photogenic event of the year?

Well.. ummm…

the camera was…

At home. On the desk. Hiding. In plain sight.