This is the first post I’ve written on the new computer I bought the day after Christmas. You can tell your computer’s about to die when the hard drive starts sounding like a turn signal of a ’68 Dodge and the fan sounds like an idling bi-plane. The mega-chain electronics store I ventured to was mobbed.
Can someone please tell me why some people go out dressed the way they do? You can’t help staring, like slowing down to look at a car wreck. I was walking to the store from where I finally found a parking spot five miles away and saw a girl who appeared to be about fifteen years old. She had festooned herself to look like a character out of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. There was a man, about my age, who looked like he forgot to dress and came out in his flannel jammies.
I might come off as judgmental or snobbish but it seems a lot of people don’t have the least bit of pride in their appearance anymore. I don’t expect everyone to look like they just came from an audience with the Queen of England but at least be somewhat presentable when they’re out in public.
You’ve seen those old photographs, where most of the men are wearing coats and ties, and the women wearing dresses, hats, and white gloves. I guess those days are gone forever.
I bought the computer I wanted and also picked up a copy of Adobe PhotoShop so I could screw up this blog real fancy like. I’ve been messing with it and it’s going to take some time to learn how to tweak photos. The first photo I experimented with was a photo of me and I kept playing around with it until I looked like Mr. Potato Head.
Charlene and I are going to a New Year’s Eve supper club tonight to ring in ’09 and I can guarantee you that we’ll end up dragging our sorry @$$es home well before midnight and struggle to stay awake to watch the ball drop in Times Square on TV. We'll party like it's 2009.