Pisscam Chronicles: The Phone that wasn't Waterproof

The object was simple enough. To create a working database was clearly the first step, a step which would necessarily be small. A baby step. A step.

We worked with what we had-- what God gave us. Just two men and a public toilet. After weeks of home perfecting the angles, capturing ourselves at our best and worst, the project was finally ready for phase 2.

The camera nestled into the top-left corner of the urinal, protected from the flush, the eye, but in plain sight of the dingaling. Data collection proceeded in a steady, forceful, sweet and stinky stream. We would pretend to look at the same paintings all day, the ones in plain sight of the bathroom door. "For an art project," we told the custodian.

When we counted the bathroom was empty, we'd force ourselves to stay calm until inside, where we would review the new data and splash around in celebration.

"For Science!" We said. For science.