"I feel like Han solo, you're Chewie, and she's Ben Kenobi, and we're in that fucked up bar!"

There is like, no food in this house. By that I mean that there are plenty of comestibles, but they need to be combined and prepared and I frankly do not have the inclination for that. I want Stouffer's and the like.

I bought some froufrou yesterday. Beaded fringe for one of the lampshades, and some ridiculous clip-on faux gerberas that were a bargain. I don't usually gravitate towards ersatz flowers; mainly because they're usually awful and gather dust and are ridiculous things like blue roses and purple daffodils. Gerberas are fake looking enough to begin with, though.

Photoshop is not letting me save transparency. This annoys me to no end. I can't layer the stuff I want for this design. Grr. Arg. < / mutant enemy >

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"What did blacks do to me? They came to America, that's what happend[sic]. I'm not going to begin to list all of the reasons."

I'm reminded of the following exchange:

Archie Bunker: Now, no prejudice intended, but I always check with the Bible on these here things. I think that, I mean if God had meant for us to be together He'd-a put us together. But look what He done: He put you over in Africa, and put the rest of us in all the white countries.

Sammy Davis Jr.: Well, He must've told 'em where we were, because somebody came and got us.