just like they walk us thru those metal detectors, they SHOULD scan our hands for the fingerprints! then they can get info quickly on someone!
That's creepy. What next? Will we all have to be tattooed with a barcode or something?
can you say "Gattica"?
yup. I can say "big brother" too. yesh.
Or 666 more freaky.
"That€™s creepy. What next? Will we all have to be tattooed with a barcode or something?"
People at the Maryland Institute, College of Art, where I got my degree from, dressed for Halloween in the most absurd costumes. There were two guys who dressed as boobs, each one was a giant boob and they walked around together all evening together that way. The next year they were giant dick heads. There were some others that weren't quite so memorable but everyone was creative as hell. I dressed one year with nothing unusual except a bar code that I carefully drew on my forehead with solid black eyeliner pencil. It was perfect. It was scary if you "got it". It was creative, just didn't take as much effort as some of the others that weren't nearly so original. Not one person said anything about it, asked what product the code was from, no comments whatsoever. I think they judged only on how much work a costume took. I still think I was way ahead of my time. I still think it was the most frightening costume of any there.
The next year someone was shot across the street. This has nothing to do with the topic but I thought I'd throw it in anyway. I was dressed as a ridiculously tacky tourist so I could do what I do and photograph. I even made cut offs and drew a plaid pattern on them with magic marker! Well, my two friends and I arrived on the scene of the crime before the cops and it wasn't long before we ended up behind the police lines they taped off. No one ever asked us a single question during the entire investigation. There was a sunken stairwell where the door had a blood splatter on it from a point-blank shot at chest level. We arrived to see the wife of the shootign victim running down the hallway into the building yelling "They shot my husband!". We followed a blood trail up the stairs to the parking lot to where the trunk of a car would have been. There was no body. After a while, one cop went up to the cop in charge and went "Sarge, we went over the place with a pot dog, do you want us to go over it with a gun dog?" to which the sergeant replied "No, that's OK" and they cleared out. We kept looking in the bushes, places the pot dog never got anywhere close to but which were right there next to the stairwell. We didn't find the gun, or any pot. LOL Some police department they have in Baltimore. I know I felt a lot safer after that night.......... NOT.
Funny thing Walter is that I don't even remember. I just picked up some product that was handy and copied it while drawing in reverse using the mirror. I could have been most anything. Not every product had bar codes back then. That's probably important to mention. They were just really starting to take over.
It's kind of coming back to me. I think it may have been some breath mints but not really sure. A lot of things from college days (daze) are a blur.
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