I dropped in on Lindsay for a quick visit. She asked how Larry is, and who knows him as Viza.
Poor Lindsay moves so often, I can’t keep track of which stop to get off at. Unfortunately, this wasn’t it.
I have several times arrogantly been questioned, “Why are you taking photos?” while outside in public, photographing inanimate objects. Twice now in the Bronx.
Dude, trust me, nobody’s interested in seeing a photo of you.
I have one of the machines that got the shitty surface mounted nVidia chips. Or should I say, I had.