Having a camera is cool because I can flaunt pictures of the fruit of my loins: shrinky dinked Barry earrings.
I'm pretty proud of my Barack Obama earrings. Even though they kind of look like any old black man hanging from my ear lobes, I know it's that handsome democratic presidential candidate, and that's enough to satisfy me.
My dad had a camera in his heart today and I think the doctor gave him a video of it. The capitalist corny film maker in me wants to turn the footage into a 3-D movie, Journey to the Center of Robert Feinberg. The center of my dad is more interesting than the center of the earth, if you have 3-D glasses on. Bring on the profits.