Things To Come
So I was looking at Beth's site and wondering about the picture of Bill Clinton and then I looked at her husband Chuck's site and saw the picture of Hitler (Jesus Chuck, Hitler?) so I took the test and came out an assassination victim and a Republican. I don't know anything about the site, but whoever came up with this promotional gimmick deserves a raise. It nailed my ass.
A long nasty day, by the way, in what I hope isn't a long nasty week beginning a long nasty year that will quickly pound me into pulp. Not overly pleasant pulp. Quivering low life not for personal consumption pulp. Caterpillar pulp. Poopy pulp. Pulp pulp. Get him to the hospital pulp. But then I said that kind of stuff last year. This is the New Year, this is to be a whole different trip.
So you developed the black and white?
Well, I either developed the black and white and it didn't turn out or I didn't develop the black and white because I ran an old picture up on top I didn't like enough to run the first time around when I took it at the San Francisco Carnaval parade. Which do you think?
You have a deep and abiding streak of sloth, but it could be either one: I have every confidence in your ability to screw it up.
Well, I haven't developed it yet. I've actually acquired more beakers and chemical storage bottles with an additional shipment of necessary items due tomorrow from New York. I'm running out of excuses and ways to spend my retirement. The damned film has been loaded into the developing tank and sitting on a shelf in the closet for the last three days. The fixer is mixed. All I have left is to mix the developer, check the temperature and spend twenty minutes doing the deed and I have yet to do the deed. I'm thinking of upping my dosage of one of my drugs. An additional nudge, you understand, a kick over the edge.
You don't want to do that.
True. Too many pills as it is. Still, I hope this day is not a harbinger of things to come. I'm not ready for these things to come.