...whoops, I meant the Final Solution. That's what I was buried in today. I read an entire book on Himmler, but I don't really think it helped all that much. Too much detail, too little point making. I really just want a little bundle of arguments handed to me that I can disect in my paper without having to sort through silly things like dates and places and names.
Going to Ratanga Junction bright and early tomorrow. Yesssss. I am stoked like an elementary schooler. It's not Disneyland, but it still has log rides that take you off big drops, which is want I want and need, oh baby oh baby. Josh is supposed to come with as well, but he's not answering his fucking phone so I can't tell him when to be ready. I am betting he is not picking up because I didn't call until 7:30 today. Whatever. He said that he would send me a please call during the day and I would call him then, but he never did. And then I told him I would call back after dinner. Well its 10:30 so its after dinner. If he is in a mood because he thinks he had to wait too long, then that's bullshit. He better just be telepathic and know to be ready at 9 am sharp tomorrow. Grrrrrr. Being ignored is worse than being yelled at. I hate it with the firey fury of a thousand suns.
“Disneyland will never be completed. It will continue to grow as long as there is imagination left in the world.”
-Wlat Disney
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Tattoo, my ass
Wrote an essay today. Yeehaw! I love when I can just methodically whip it out like that and then be done in under two hours. It's rare though, because I have an issue with being incessantly wordy. I don't think I have ever turned anything in that wasn't so far over the page limit that I had to do royal formatting cheating to make it look semi-legit.
Then I was roped into a game of Settlers (Risk for hippies...no war or invasions, just staking claim on land and building houses with "resources") with la familia. That dice was rigged though, I swear. Mojo and I had to resort to a slave chorus version of Swing Low Sweet Chariot just to keep on trekking. My mother tried to join in but was kicked out of the under-oppression club because that damn dice was benefitting her too much to roll in the hood with us.
Next on the agenda for this lovely holiday was the cinematic genius that is The Skulls II. Thank God for Joshua Jackson look-alikes and lots of half-naked women. I could see my parental unit holding their joint breath at all the nude scenes, and my little sis looking away out of guilt. Mwahaha. PG movies here are allowed to contain nudity apparentally.
And Josh wants a Blade tattoo. How whack is that? It might be kind of hot, but at the end of the day it would still be a Blade tattoo and I would be dating a Wesley Snipes wannabe. Hmph.
Mom: "Now let's turn all the lights off and watch The Skulls II by flickering candlelight."
Sis: "No, I can't handle any more sadness tonight after playing that game."
Mom: "It's not sadness, it's fear."
Then I was roped into a game of Settlers (Risk for hippies...no war or invasions, just staking claim on land and building houses with "resources") with la familia. That dice was rigged though, I swear. Mojo and I had to resort to a slave chorus version of Swing Low Sweet Chariot just to keep on trekking. My mother tried to join in but was kicked out of the under-oppression club because that damn dice was benefitting her too much to roll in the hood with us.
Next on the agenda for this lovely holiday was the cinematic genius that is The Skulls II. Thank God for Joshua Jackson look-alikes and lots of half-naked women. I could see my parental unit holding their joint breath at all the nude scenes, and my little sis looking away out of guilt. Mwahaha. PG movies here are allowed to contain nudity apparentally.
And Josh wants a Blade tattoo. How whack is that? It might be kind of hot, but at the end of the day it would still be a Blade tattoo and I would be dating a Wesley Snipes wannabe. Hmph.
Mom: "Now let's turn all the lights off and watch The Skulls II by flickering candlelight."
Sis: "No, I can't handle any more sadness tonight after playing that game."
Mom: "It's not sadness, it's fear."
Thursday, March 20, 2008
The Free State=free to be a skanky racist biatch
In the spirit of US expansionism I have moved to the second-world to stake my claim on the land. And in the spirit of big-d Democratic-ness I have decided to blend in as much as possible by becoming a South African citizen. Yay for multi-nationalism! And in the spirit of education, I will de-bunk some myths about South Africa:
1) No there are not lions roaming the streets, not in South Africa at least. However, I do have to say that I am shocked by the number of livestock I see right off of the Cape Town free ways. And not in fields or anything like that...I am talking about horses tied to railings next to the gutters right in the middle of the city. To be fair to the exotic-ness of the city, though, there are also zebras grazing right at the foot of Table Mountain, which is picturesque like whoa.
2) Everyone is not black here. There are essentially three divisions of race: white, black, and mixed. Mixed being mainly colored people, but also including Indians and Asians. However, being colored in South Africa is kind of like being an Eastern European plundered by the Nazis...your life was hugely handicapped by apartheid, but you weren't the main victim so by now everyone has forgotten about you. There are all kinds of Affirmative Action programs in this country ranging from positive to absurd, but none that I have heard of address any kind of oppression that mixed race people experienced. That is fine, I suppose. The government can't even ger running water to blacks whose houses were methodically bulldozed under the apartheid Group Areas Act, so they should come first in any expenditure of money. All I'm saying is that it's tough to be disdained by blacks for getting less horrible treatment under apartheid, and still hated by the same whites who oppressed you under apartheid. Colored is the forgotten race here.
3) Racism did not disappear with the election of President Mandela in 1994. Racism is still rampant. At least in certain neo-nazi-ish enclaves throughout the country. The University of the Free State is only just implementing a plan to integrate their residence halls. How whack is that? And its being protested by all the creepy children of apartheid-missing Afrikaners who say that having to share a dorm with blacks is the apocalypse. Not only that but they're protesting by making sick little videos where they force the black cleaning staff to drink soup that they allegedly "pretended" to pee in. Give me a fucking break. If you want to be racist in peace, start your own University and don't whine to the public one about having to come into contact with *gasp* people who aren't white. Not to be a social darwinist here, but if the Afrikaner culture continues to stake their survival on a giant effort to turn back the integration clock, they will fast become a dying breed. Welcome to the 21st century, bitches.
"Why don't they sort out Zimbabwe instead? [...] This reminds me of 1994 and before, when we, the Afrikaaners, were blamed for everything by the whole world."
-Christo Dippenaar, head of the dorm where the urine drinking integration protest video was filmed, on why too much attention is being paid to the incident
1) No there are not lions roaming the streets, not in South Africa at least. However, I do have to say that I am shocked by the number of livestock I see right off of the Cape Town free ways. And not in fields or anything like that...I am talking about horses tied to railings next to the gutters right in the middle of the city. To be fair to the exotic-ness of the city, though, there are also zebras grazing right at the foot of Table Mountain, which is picturesque like whoa.
2) Everyone is not black here. There are essentially three divisions of race: white, black, and mixed. Mixed being mainly colored people, but also including Indians and Asians. However, being colored in South Africa is kind of like being an Eastern European plundered by the Nazis...your life was hugely handicapped by apartheid, but you weren't the main victim so by now everyone has forgotten about you. There are all kinds of Affirmative Action programs in this country ranging from positive to absurd, but none that I have heard of address any kind of oppression that mixed race people experienced. That is fine, I suppose. The government can't even ger running water to blacks whose houses were methodically bulldozed under the apartheid Group Areas Act, so they should come first in any expenditure of money. All I'm saying is that it's tough to be disdained by blacks for getting less horrible treatment under apartheid, and still hated by the same whites who oppressed you under apartheid. Colored is the forgotten race here.
3) Racism did not disappear with the election of President Mandela in 1994. Racism is still rampant. At least in certain neo-nazi-ish enclaves throughout the country. The University of the Free State is only just implementing a plan to integrate their residence halls. How whack is that? And its being protested by all the creepy children of apartheid-missing Afrikaners who say that having to share a dorm with blacks is the apocalypse. Not only that but they're protesting by making sick little videos where they force the black cleaning staff to drink soup that they allegedly "pretended" to pee in. Give me a fucking break. If you want to be racist in peace, start your own University and don't whine to the public one about having to come into contact with *gasp* people who aren't white. Not to be a social darwinist here, but if the Afrikaner culture continues to stake their survival on a giant effort to turn back the integration clock, they will fast become a dying breed. Welcome to the 21st century, bitches.
"Why don't they sort out Zimbabwe instead? [...] This reminds me of 1994 and before, when we, the Afrikaaners, were blamed for everything by the whole world."
-Christo Dippenaar, head of the dorm where the urine drinking integration protest video was filmed, on why too much attention is being paid to the incident
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