Lights. Camcorder.
Where's the Action?
Where's the Action?
An occasional, if often overlooked, feature of Mr. Doodle's Dog.
How are your feet?
We have paws. Had we feet, we would beat them now.
Not in a chatty mood?
Chats are for cats. We've feeling introspective, and have the vaguest stirrings of Fall, after a moonlit walk on this very dry and pleasant evening.
Go on.
We've finally landed our latest gadget, a camcorder to catch our every move, so that it can be posted online and we no longer need rely on our words or our art to communicate. It's a handy little Canon FS100 and it fits in our paws, making us capable of very powerful visual journalism.
What's the matter, then? Wasn't the camcorder a goal of yours? Aren't you excited at the thought of such discovery and revelation?
Paralysis. Creeping paralysis is our answer.
Oh, you'll come out of it. You always do.
Who would have considered that dogs and cats, and yes, hand puppets, would be armed (legged?) with computers, WiFi, digital cameras and camcorders to Samuel Pepys ourselves? Who would have even considered that dogs would be vying for Internet fame and Twittering their time away with humans? That we might abandon laps for laptops?
That sounds like a Nigel column to me.
Us, too. It's just that we see ourselves as hopelessly Biograph in a word of graphic. We're Thurbers, silly line drawings in a Photoshopped, digitally enhanced and layered, world.
Aren't you lucky?
We are. Off to learn how to make movies...If only we had the genius of "Frank Film."
We have paws. Had we feet, we would beat them now.
Not in a chatty mood?
Chats are for cats. We've feeling introspective, and have the vaguest stirrings of Fall, after a moonlit walk on this very dry and pleasant evening.
Go on.
We've finally landed our latest gadget, a camcorder to catch our every move, so that it can be posted online and we no longer need rely on our words or our art to communicate. It's a handy little Canon FS100 and it fits in our paws, making us capable of very powerful visual journalism.
What's the matter, then? Wasn't the camcorder a goal of yours? Aren't you excited at the thought of such discovery and revelation?
Paralysis. Creeping paralysis is our answer.
Oh, you'll come out of it. You always do.
Who would have considered that dogs and cats, and yes, hand puppets, would be armed (legged?) with computers, WiFi, digital cameras and camcorders to Samuel Pepys ourselves? Who would have even considered that dogs would be vying for Internet fame and Twittering their time away with humans? That we might abandon laps for laptops?
That sounds like a Nigel column to me.
Us, too. It's just that we see ourselves as hopelessly Biograph in a word of graphic. We're Thurbers, silly line drawings in a Photoshopped, digitally enhanced and layered, world.
Aren't you lucky?
We are. Off to learn how to make movies...If only we had the genius of "Frank Film."
Frank - my Dog Dad!
Can't wait to see the results from your latest "gadget."
- Smitty Grant
Posted by: Smitty | August 12, 2008 at 11:20 AM