January 20th, 2010

Ouch.

Just got back from the 'Celebrate Corvallis' dinner, and I'm full of everybody else's pain. A couple of my housemates have a mainstream movie on, full of pretty young people rehearsing similar pain. And, offending my kinky side, neither the rich white old farts at the celebration dinner nor the rich white young farts on the screen *enjoy* their pain.

Picking the good bits out, there was a young (by my standards, probably in his late twenties) Army Master Sergeant who seemed to revel in his role as Security Bear for Society Grandmothers.

I need to get rid of this so I can get back to working on the BHT idea or the UU I-don't-know-what-to-call-it. Or I suppose I could go clean bathrooms. Ah! Tea.

Why do the rich white young farts like black ghetto music?