I’ve gone through stretches in the past where I haven’t posted much, but this time I have what I think is a valid excuse. I moved a few weeks ago, which included going about a week with no Internet access at home. Try as I may, it is difficult to post things on said Internet when you can’t get there.
The move meant saying goodbye to a place where I lived for 5.5 years, but only going a mile and a half up the street. More importantly, it was the end of an era in which pulling out my driver’s license made me different.
The Commonwealth of Virginia switched from color licenses to black-and-white ones in the spring of 2009. Weeks before that change went into effect, I moved into that previous house, and thus got what had to be one of the last color licenses when I changed my address with the DMV.
That brought on many instances of fascination with friends — particularly those who are newish to Virginia and didn’t know the color ones ever existed.
Now I’m just another bland Virginian. Or at least, that’s what I thought when the new one arrived last week.
Then I looked closer, and discovered I have a new attribute I had no idea existed. Virginia officially thinks I have bro eyes:
Now I need to work on my fauxhawk game.