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30.6.04

texan foibles and ensuing hilarity

it's always kind of fun, in a scha-den-freud-ey kind of way, to watch those silly people with the giant trucks try to park them in the little mini-parking-lot. Most parking spaces around here are oversized just to fit them - but not all. and there's this person in a big gray (though i think they call it "silver") f350 going back, and forth, and back and forth again, and going up on the kerb a bit, and going back and forth a little bit more, and almost hitting that honda on the far side, and then back and forth again, and then giving up entirely and going to find another parking space.

Bunch of savages in this town.

also, my boss, though i doubt he's a republican, is ... well, silly. he got all excited because the president said he wanted to go to mars. i pointed out that whenever the president gets happy about a particular thing (i.e. no child left behind, social security, homeland security, firemen, the environment, veterans health care, et c.), the president eviscerates funding for that particular program or cause - so the boss, in wanting a functional space program, should be seriously concerned that the president has noticed nasa at all. but the boss doesn't believe anything i say in the first place, so it's not really a new thing or surprising at all. But it's dumb all the same.

Also, those crazy people are still going on with the 263-mile canoe race, even though it may very well be wet and floody and miserable. which means i'm still going on with the canoe race, even though it may very well be wet and floody and miserable, though i reserve the right to go home and take a hot bath at any time.

Labels: politics

scrawled @ 16:18