No one ever told me — while I was growing up in east bumpafuck, new yorkin the late 70s and early 80s — that I would one day be sitting in a restaurant in Washington DC, looking through the largest photo archive ever assembled, while talking with a friend in Indonesia. Is a plot right out of a 1940s sci-fi novel.
I forget sometimes that the future is here.
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Please keep in mind that this post is more than 6 years old. Who the hell knows what I was thinking back then?! Damn kids... get off my lawn!