I'm not a great son. A great son would have mailed the Mother's Day card that he bought a week ago before Mother's Day (a Sunday, so no mail anyways). However, thanks to the Internet, my mother can still see the card on Mother's Day. I love you, Mom!
Just opened the office to a beautiful Spring day and shouts of protest from opponents to the Sean Bell case. More coverage here.
You may not know this about me, but I love bar shuffleboard.
I just had a date leave me for driving dangerously, so I went back to an Irish bar, got drunk, got into a fight, drove drunk, and then got arrested. Then I robbed a cabbie and a bowling lane attendant. You either know this is all in the virtual sin haven of Liberty City and are jealous that I got GTA IV on release day (thanks, Dan!) or you don't. If not, just move along.
While in DC, we visited the Newseum, a museum dedicated to journalism and how the profession creates history by telling the story. Despite that terrible pun, I really enjoyed the experience. They Newseum features loads of artifacts from United States history, from an original first year copy of the Pittsburgh Post Gazette to the whiteboard the Tim Russert wrote "Florida! Florida! Flordida!" on during the last election.
While education, informative, and fun, the whole place is also very heart wrenching. Most of the news stories represented (like most news) were sad. Particularly emotional was the wall of hundreds of newspaper front pages from September 12th, 2001.
Feeling wretched, we found solice with the interactive touch screens that allowed us to dial-up Reagan getting shot outside the Washington Hilton. Because of Buckweat, that famous clip always makes me laugh.
