I’m having Instagram problems again. I received “breaking news” (not really, but since getting my new phone, Google sends me news about celebrity matters that are treated like breaking news) about Presley Gurber’s new face tattoo. Besides looking like someone who shall not be named (shudder), whatever. Is it really news?
Well, I went to his Instagram page and wow, way too many people judge. I have always believed that if something makes you happy and you’re not harming others, whatever. It is your life, your terms, it’s not my body or decision, so I tend to not meddle in others’ business. Unless it involves me, I don’t care. However, I felt bad for all the hate he has received and I responded.
About 20 minutes after that comment, I can’t like or comment on posts anymore without getting this error:
I guess Instagram gets salty about defending his rights for face tats. But, I hope I don’t get disabled again like I did at the beginning of the year because who knows why. Marsha doubts it, but I don’t know. The truth is, I don’t know what happened at the beginning of the year and I don’t know what’s going on now. I uninstalled it for a bit and reported the problem. We’ll see what happens in a few days. Namaste until the virus goes away.
Namaste until the COVID-19 virus goes away. WRTI, the Philadelphia classical and jazz station, has been providing us with programming to ease our minds. Last night they played free Philadelphia Orchestra performances (that Philadelphia Orchestra also posted on their site) and it was heavenly to listen to. Today, the programming was St. Patrick’s Day music.
Ah, the joy of music in dark times like these. I’ve been looking for the silver lines and I’ve kept finding them.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!