Yesterday, whilst crossing a city street, I slipped on its untreated amalgam of ice and snow, and though I survived relatively unscathed, my laptop did not. Its screen now resembles a test pattern designed by a spider on scopolamine, except for about two inches at the top where I can see the desktop. On the bright side, it appears functional--I even opened Firefox by guessing where the icon was--but unusable.
All of that means I am consigned to using either the ancient office eMacs, which are thankfully being replaced with newer models, or the giant screen iMac at home...in the living room...with daughters underfoot and insane wife popping up like Hamlet's ghost to proclaim: "Snooch most foul!" Hardly conducive to NSFW composition.
So it will be guerrilla posting for now, which may result in abbreviated carsetage on Friday.
However, because I am a magnanimous Internet God, I will brave the beady-eyed office beehives to atone for this morning's lapse...with a twofer, the Howe sisters:
I'll swap it out for an embiggenifiable one when the coast is clear. Because #ThisIsSoylent!
