ok, so i'm an idiot. it took me over 2 WEEKS to figure out why the pic didn't post. seems you have to, um, refer to files verbatim, as in .JPG (all up) vs. .jpg when the file is indeed appended by .JPG. sigh. my parents would be so, so disappointed in me, they being current and former programmers and all. like, whatever.
i'm babbling. it's my right, seeing as i'm trapped in a hotel room in Chicago. this is my second east coast (and in this case, a short midwestern segue) business trip in my life, and i must say i officially hate business travel. the only fun part has been racking up expensive meal bills to expense later. ok, that and seeing my friend jen in nyc, where i spent the weekend afflicted with food poisoning from some raita that was not "all-raita," as some Chicagoan suggested to me today. har. since it's like 100 below zero out, i'm locked in my hotel room for this last night with you, fair computer, and bad cable tv.
oh! thank ye gods, MadTV. on a monday night, even.
so, from my brief informal survey conducted over the past 24 hours, it seems that Chicagoans are white and squishy. lest you think i'm a prejudical californian snob, which i am (and fucking hell do i love SF more and more each time i leave it. i think reality begins and ends in both SF and Hawaii.), nearly 50% of my near relatives relocated to this state during the last century from their eurotrash origins, so i know of what i harangue. eriksolo was trying to convince me earlier that Chi-town is home to some super duper "non-crackaz," but since that would require my putting back on my arctic outerwear to investigate this, i'll take his word for it.
i promise i'll be all sugar and smiles once i get back. rilly.
my favorite souvenir from nyc to date: the nearly empty vial of coke i found on the sidewalk at 11th Ave and 59th St. mdc said it was gross. syringes are gross. anyway, i found it heartening to see that our nyc buddies getting back to their "normal" lives. and people were nicer than i'd ever seen them. in fact, the homophobic african-american dude jen and i met on the esclator at the B&N Cafe @ Lincoln Center who was bitching about the two guys kissing outside did wish me a nice stay in nyc after jen put him in his place! nothing like friendly homophobia!
something i learned today: if you want to have an exciting life, don't work here. it's where i spent my day. nuff said.