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I was up until past midnight working on a server issue at the office. Not a good way to spend a Tuesday evening.
As I've mentioned before, I think privacy is a dead concept. But arresting citizens for refusal to speak is a clear violation of the Constitution. No ifs and s or buts about it. This court frightens me.
The whole father's day/b-day/rent-huge party day weekend threw my posting off today. And work was crazy busy. More later...
So this afternoon I enjoyed some delicious spongmonkey love for lunch, all while sitting downtown, engaged by people-watching. Right before I get up to go look for birthday cards with Jill for one of my parental units, I hear a woman screaming at someone. The small crowd of people waiting to cross the street all turn their heads, to see an elderly woman yelling at a girl my age wearing a green shirt. The girl is clearly scared, and starts to run away from the crazy woman, who follows her. There's a brief three stooges-like moment when she's running through the crowd in a circle with the lady following her until after two revolutions she says "somebody help me...i don't know what to do" and I start to stand up, catching the crazy lady's eye in the process.
Crazy lady looks at me, my legs halfway to their fully upright position, and back at green girl, and screams "LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE YOUR HUSBAND DO!" and wanders away. I abandon my half-raised position for the comfort of the stone block I was sitting on. Jill begins to laugh. Green girl crosses the street.
An odd lunch, to be sure.
That's right. I have tickets for next Thursday night at midnight. For the big show. Jealous?
The New Republic finally admits they were wrong. Good to see.
On a dorky sidenote, I just scored a copy of Adobe Creative Suite Premium. I can't wait to start messing around with it...using the GIMP for so long has left me a little cold, even if it is the coolest open-source software around.
This is too creepy. You can leave her on your desk for awhile and make her eyes follow you. Damn weird, in my not-so humble opinion.