As I impatiently waited for my Treo to complete an interminable media sync, I idly wondered where the pda’s usb datacable was. Perhaps it had wandered to the deepest inner reaches of my bedside table.
As I peered into the murk, what should I spy but the formerly lost D’image camera. I am a fool.
HA! Oh the joys of moving.
(Oh, and Mike? You have a certain video I’d like to get a hold of…)
I think that this calls for two-fisted, John Woo-style digital image-making.