Apparently, captioning pictures of animals by using Gimp is harder than I thought it was. So here in this Caturday thread, I posted a short tutorial on how to do that. I am not a Gimp expert by any means. I’ve just picked up a few things over the years. User flaEsq created this captioned pic, seen first in this post.
I ran into some stupid problems right before Steve’s party last night. Nobody told me (and PickyWeedia didn’t mention) that corn tortillas are far more fragile than wheat flour tortillas, so the enchiladas that I constructed from corn tortillas mostly fell apart as I was making them. I muddled through, figuring that if they weren’t enchiladas, they’d at least be an enchilada casserole.
Steve and Samantha’s family and friends didn’t seem to mind, though. The casserole was reasonably good, if a little too salty. I got to meet their parents, some of their friends, and some of their neighbors for the first time, which is always cool. I heard from one guy, who’s working in a maquiladora down in Nogales, about economic conditions in Mexico. Apparently, even though wages in Mexico are low, things like clothing cost roughly the same as they do in the USA. This is . . . strange. Maybe there are economic considerations that I haven’t fully understood yet, but I would guess that the lower wages of the clothing store employees in Mexico would lead to a lower price point for the clothes they were selling.
Tempe City Council elections on Tuesday. 2 seats open, 4 people running. I’ve already figured out which people to vote for, even though most of the people I voted for in the primary didn’t make it. It’d be nice if the mayor wasn’t running unopposed—the guy who was running as a write-in candidate didn’t get enough votes to be on the ballot. Since I absolutely hate it when politicians run for office unopposed, I believe I’ll write in “Joshua Norton” or my own name when it comes time to elect the mayor. I really wish “none of the above” were on the ballot in every election. It’d send a great message to the weasels masquerading as statesmen if the electorate said, “None of you meet our standards. STFU and RTFM!”