Or maybe that happens only in the movies.
Anyway, this is The Anti DC's seven minutes in heaven, in which my computer and I get together in the seven minutes I have of Internet access to see what we can do. I wanted to lick the screen, but the computer said no...ahhh...
So here we are. I've already wasted two minutes writing those paragraphs so I better make these last five good because there are no edits here. If I blow this chance, I will never have another. Until tomorrow when I have regular access to the Internet again. Then I suppose I have all the time I want.
I'm a bit nervous. This wasn't planned.
I guess I'll just blog my observations. I'm in New York and there are lots of people around me. I know, that's a horrible image. I shouldn't be let out in public unsupervised. Not to mention, people are gross.
The thing is, these people are so much more interesting to watch than most of those in DC. Mainly because I haven't seen one ill-fitting suit and tie. What I do see is a man in bright purple argyle socks, a teenage boy in short shorts and a baby with a top hat.
OK, that last one I made up. I'm hoping my computer will like me more if I lie to it.
Wait, no. Actually, there goes a baby in a top hat. Goddamn, I love New York.
And now, I've been told I only have a minute remaining. I will use that minute to post this photo of David Hasselhoff in black panties:
Time's up. My computer is no longer speaking to me.