As soon as the Boston Marathon bombings happened, I thought the usual stuff about how could this happen, how can humans do this to each other, etc. etc. But I also thought, How did someone think they'd get away with this? Two bombs. In the middle of the day. In downtown Boston. At one of the country's most-watched events. You're gonna get videotaped, buddy. And it looks like that may be what happened. Police say they are closing in on a suspect -- thanks to surveillance camera footage.

If you didn't think alt band the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs were awesome already, you sure as balls will now. The band, who headlined an NYC show over the weekend, put up a sign advising concert-goers against filming their performance with their smartphones. The request, which as you can see below (NSFW language!), playfully asked people to abstain from this pervasive practice, because, dagnabit, it's rude to the people behind them! People pay good money to see a concert; they don't want to look at a cellphone.

Check out the sign:

Cell phone cameras were a great, but also really annoying and bothersome, invention. I'm so tried of this new trend of taking photos of unsuspecting people wherever, whenever, doing whatever, and then posting them online. There just seems to be absolutely no thought for people's privacy anymore. So I was thrilled when I saw this story of student who got arrested for posting pictures of people on Twitter who were doing nothing but working out at the gym. The little jerk student, Caleb Kordsmeier, ran a Twitter account called @HPERprobsUARK. Well, I guess it's Caleb's problem now. The account was solely to post pics of people working out at the university gym. Without them knowing.

I'm continually astonished by the tech savvy of children. It's amazing how fast they pick up how to use the latest gadget. I mean, I just saw a picture in a friend's Facebook feed of his young daughter, possibly 14 months or so, peeing on her little training potty while simultaneously clicking through her iPad. So it should come as no surprise that a teen at a high school in California was swiftly able to catch a thief who had been ransacking students' backpacks for money. How this super-sleuth teen did it -- and who she ended up catching -- will blow your mind.

Does anybody really like asking a complete stranger to take their picture? It's kind of awkward, isn't it? Hence, the countless numbers of selfie-esque photos that feature you and your friends -- or you and your family -- with your hand outstretched, trying to look caj (that's short for casual -- you're welcs). And what if there's no one else around? Like, at a family party. One unlucky chump is going to be the person not in the photo, because he or she was the photographer.

Not anymore.

A new camera called The Not One Less camera is in development, and the concept is pretty nuts. It would take both the picture the photographer is taking, and a picture of the photographer at the same time -- so everybody's in the picture. 

Pretty awesome. And pretty ... not.

Instagram hasn't been around all that long, but in its two years, it's exploded to become the most popular way that smartphone users are sharing photos. And what are they sharing? 

Last week it was pictures from Hurricane Sandy, Instagram's CEO said at a conference. "Sandy was the single largest event captured on Instagram -- and the largest event captured on cellphones ever." Nearly one million photos were uploaded to Instagram with the hashtag #Sandy. And some of them were mine.

As if the dark underbelly of the Internet weren't already sketchy enough, now, if you want to find all the "sexy pics" your friends have on Facebook, there's an app for that.

Badabing! trolls your Facebook friends' pictures looking for skin. That means any pictures you've put of your kids on the beach, or in bathing suits, or in the bath tub, or just riding a bike in shorts and a tank top, are easier to pull out. And easier for pedophiles and other perverts to find. I'm so grossed out.

I know when you're all in the hot, burning flush of new love the first thing you want to do is have your new man whip out his thing -- his camera, people, his camera! Yes, and then take some pics of you all sprawled out in the hot, burning flush of lust on the bed. It seems like such a good idea at the time. You, him, a bottle of Chianti, a tube of love lotion, some lingerie -- and a camera! And now you can always remember how in luuuuurv you were. But too many times these photos end up, oh, somewhere you'd prefer they not be. Like on the Internet. Or maybe even a prostitution site on the Internet. And then the next thing you know, the cops are banging on your door. And suddenly those pics don't seem so fun afterall. Boo.