When people ask me what it was like in the press section, I tell them it was cold. But if cold can be glorious, it was that too.
The Western Digital My Book hard drive is, to use the technical term, “the wackest piece of shit I have ever owned.” The next time you are thinking of buying one, don’t, then remember to thank your cousin Raaf for the advice.
Though not exactly a clean slate, most of us heading to DC for Tuesday’s festivities are excited by the prospect of a fresh start for this country.
I will go to my deathbed having had the pleasure of viewing the ultimate B-movie multiple, multiple times. Will you?
It feels like an echo. I’ve heard it a number of times and yet can’t think of when. “Oh, that was just photoshopped,” someone will say, casting some image to the trash bin in their mind. As if, by being processed, the image loses its quality, its value.
There is but one answer to that echo, “exactly.”