What in the Hell?

I think I just saw Paula Deen boil omelets in freezer bags. This site should tell you all you need to know. God help us all.

I am now done with the 2006-2007 school year. On Monday I'll go in for a training, but that's technically for next year. It's raining in Seattle, kind of a September rain. I'll be in Las Vegas later this week, and I'm sure the desert heat will annoy me.

Fed Ex delivered my passport yesterday, with it's shiny new 90 day visa from the Chinese government neatly pressed inside. I've been reading some blogs whose authors are studying in China (Michael, Shum, Sarah, Jameson, Waigou Girl...)

I plan on cramming as much Mandarin as possible into my head in the next three weeks, so I won't be totally embarrassed when I show up to my intermediate level language program. Tomorrow I'll go to a meetup.

I heard on some drive-time radio show yesterday morning somebody flying to the defense of Paris Hilton, saying "why should she be punished just because she's rich?" Who the hell changed my station?

I am so sick of the war. I wonder what it will take for Americans to start taking to the streets.

Finally, I'm still trying to understand the anti-amnesty people when it comes to immigration. They don't want to reward people who break their precious law, choosing to recognize a useless, arbitrary law rather than the economic and social reality. Then they shriek "national security!" knowing full well that the 9/11 gang were all here legally, the Oklahoma City bombers were all whiteys, and the border can't even stop a dude with TB.

How can you NOT say that the anti-immigration people are really anti-Latino? I mean, why do they even bother pretending not to be racist?

Lame, Not Lame

Lame:

• I put my spare key in a lockbox on my door for the contractors; when I got home today, I found the code already dialed in, and the lockbox unlocked. Lame. Who knows how long it had been like that.
• They replaced the gutter, but the new gutter blocks my steel security door from opening all the way (see picture above). I have just enough room to squeeze through. Lame. I'm hoping they'll come back and fix that.
• The contractors planted new flowers and put down bark on some of the green spaces in our complex, as a gift for all the damage they did during the construction; not lame! But they didn't fix the three green spaces around my front door. Lame.

Not Lame:

• I live blocks away from an awesome tacobus. I went there just now for a snacky snack; had two chicken tacos, a tamal, and a bottle of water.