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Quite the day. The plumber came and went. The drip has stopped. It cost money, of course.
Then I went out and voted. As I walked to my car, a truck went by with someone shouting hoarsely out the window. "He said, 'Vote McCain! Vote McCain!" said an elderly woman to her husband. "Nice try," I commented. I came back and made the graphic above.
I've been Mister Popular at my Yahoo! account, where John McCain and Sarah Palin and Rick Davis and a whole bunch of other folks want my vote for Mr. McCain as well. It doesn't come to my GMail or Road Runner account, so I can only figure there's something about having "Yahoo" in the address that says "real America" to whoever sends the things out.
I'm probably going to be a bit scarce for a while. I have two large jobs to do, one of which has already come in. I'll be doing it in InDesign, as I have decided it's time to shake off the old shackles of Quark and beat my head against a new wall for a while. I may show up to vent, but my reading time has hereby dropped off precipitously.
Don't forget to vote. Oh, and by the way, my marriage is not threatened in the least by the recent nuptials of George Takei, or any other same-sex couple. I, uh, know everybody was wondering about that.
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Quite the day. The plumber came and went. The drip has stopped. It cost money, of course.
Then I went out and voted. As I walked to my car, a truck went by with someone shouting hoarsely out the window. "He said, 'Vote McCain! Vote McCain!" said an elderly woman to her husband. "Nice try," I commented. I came back and made the graphic above.
I've been Mister Popular at my Yahoo! account, where John McCain and Sarah Palin and Rick Davis and a whole bunch of other folks want my vote for Mr. McCain as well. It doesn't come to my GMail or Road Runner account, so I can only figure there's something about having "Yahoo" in the address that says "real America" to whoever sends the things out.
I'm probably going to be a bit scarce for a while. I have two large jobs to do, one of which has already come in. I'll be doing it in InDesign, as I have decided it's time to shake off the old shackles of Quark and beat my head against a new wall for a while. I may show up to vent, but my reading time has hereby dropped off precipitously.
Don't forget to vote. Oh, and by the way, my marriage is not threatened in the least by the recent nuptials of George Takei, or any other same-sex couple. I, uh, know everybody was wondering about that.
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