With little to no fanfare, I'd like to wish my domain, server, and site a happy 2-year birthday. (This isn't the exact day; maybe not even the exact week; but it's the exact month for sure.)
Has the $630 investment been worth it? I have no regrets, which is rare for something of any significance in my life, so yes, I guess it has been worth it.
I'd also like to dedicate this paragraph to Derek Bergmann. He's not only the first person to ever really read my ‘musings’, laments, and miscellaneous jabber (which dates back nearly three years ago – the old, old stuff is currently unavailable on this domain, but it's lurking on Geocities. I've been told that it's a bit ‘dark’ although, in actuality, it might just have a weird vibe to it), but he's also been consistent with it. Like, it's a weekly thing for him, if not daily. I salute his dedication. He is my #1 fan. [Heterosexual, platonic kisses.]
The time has come for me to pack my belongings and go away: a high school graduation in Lexington, Kentucky calls. And I'm not trying to be an asshole, but I don't really want to go. It's for a family friend though, and a couple of other current or former Springfield families are going. Thus, Kaiser can't look like a bad guy; he has to be the normal big brother figure, or just the lovable man-child which all the aunties think would make a good father.
I might have some dressy clothes on and my shirt tucked in. I will probably even look spiff and-or handsome. Regardless, I prefer my not-so-hot, quasi-stylish casual clothes. My stomach is more hidden in that camouflage.
Until Sunday.
Actually, I've got nothing.
I'd like to have lunch with Andrew sometime next week, if he's not being shuttled to other parts of Illinois. This will be the first summer that I make an effort to see friends; I've been notorious for never contacting anyone the past few years. (‘Never’ might be a bit of a stretch, but the frequency is tending to zero if my ways don't change.)
Bane + one cup Lipton tea with honey = motivating start to a work day (which dies quickly once the programming starts).
I hope that the temperature stays unseasonably cool, even if it means having to wear slippers in the morning.
talk about the threat Muslims pose to India or to general safety and well-being – explaining the tolerance by government officials towards militant Hindu groups sometimes take against Muslims in general (who have low social standing in India as it is) – and yet the caste system is still adhered to, with no help from the law. So the Untouchables, as the lowest caste is called, is legally treated like shit, much like the blacks were prior to the Civil Rights act.
It's not such a simple parallel, but the biggest difference between the two groups is that Untouchables will forever remain Untouchables. Higher casts don't mingle with them, and they're most often limited to the most menial, back-breaking jobs. They can be treated excessively harsh at the whim of upper castes with no consequence to the abuser.
That's ridiculous. (Outrage brought on by hypocrisy.)
Just finished watching Bend it like Beckham – funny movie, good times. It's like I could relate to some of the things Jess was going through. Except that I'm not an attractive girl with physical talents. Or that my parents are crazy restrictive. But still, I empathize to an extent.
There was something else… Oh, who cares. Damn the Kerasotes.
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