For some reason, I'm no longer able to load Photoshop on my computer. I thought maybe the program itself was somehow corrupted, so I tried removing, then reinstalling it, to no avail. So then I spent another hour or so trouble-shooting, and I still haven't fixed the problem. Things like this drive me crazy. I didn't even know Photoshop was inoperable until Ben tried using it today. Maybe my computer has a virus, but neither of my free virus-protection programs detected it. It also seems like my system is running slower than usual. If anyone has any suggestions, I'd like to hear them.
Speaking of tech problems, I'm logged in as "brad," so why is Ben's head attached to my post?
so i think josh may have screwed up killoggs last night when he was adding some stuff to it. i wonder if everyone will have my head attached to thier posts today? this is kinda funny. it freaked me out when i first saw it...
This morning on the way to work I passed a hunched-over bum who asked me, "Please, Ma'am, could you spare some change?" Ashamed but unwilling, I ducked my head and was about to mumble and indistinct "I'm sorry I just don't..." when suddenly...
...the bum's cell phone rang.
He straightened up, whipped it out, and started chatting away like any professional beginning his day.
I couldn't help but laugh at the irony. That's the last time I feel any compunction about not giving money to an able-bodied panhandler!
My mom told me I had to go. So I went. It just sort of worked out that way. I was off today, and randomly wound up going to see Dead Ron make his way stiffly through the streets of DC on his way to lie in state. I'm sure you may have seen the pictures on TV by now. It was pretty neat, actually, though I thought I was going to get beat up a couple of times due to my tendency to be grossly irreverent during decidedly solemn occasions. The whole thing was kind of weird, though - all these people were out there along Constitution Ave, and you would have thought they were at a baseball game or waiting to see the Beatles or the new Star Wars movie or something - they brought their dogs, and ice chests, and sunscreen ... tailgaiting for the coffin procession.
At one point Wade and I were standing on a concrete flowerpot so we could see the military processional going down the street, and a rather irate lady cop was marching down the sidewalk behind us yelling about how we had to get down because we were going to squoosh the flowers. We got down. But we got back up again once she had gone.
The riderless horse was kind of skittish - you could tell he used to be a racehorse, and you could tell all the flashbulbs coming from the crowd were not his most favorite thing. After the caisson passed us we found a bar and had some drinks. Everyone around us was drinking Courvoisier and remarking that all the honor guard regiments consisted solely of white people (although that wasn't exactly true). We had a club sandwich and some pints of Honey Brown and that was that.
My mom says I should be glad I went, that I can tell my great-grandchildren all about how I saw Ronnie Reagan's coffin.
VivaCarlita (5:43:47 PM): i hugged him goodbye..and then threw up a bunch and forgot about it. and today my cousin and sister both convinced me that i puked all over his shoes
VivaCarlita (5:44:02 PM): which wasn't true...but i believed it for like 20 minutes
cecilseaside (5:44:22 PM): see, you probably would have puked during makeout,
cecilseaside (5:44:27 PM): that would have been the worst
VivaCarlita (5:44:37 PM): yes! and that would have been AWFUL
cecilseaside (5:44:46 PM): god loves you
VivaCarlita (5:52:33 PM): just enough
cecilseaside (5:54:37 PM): god's not a big tipper
cecilseaside (5:54:46 PM): he barely covers the bill
VivaCarlita (5:55:01 PM): asshole
