End of the Silent Treatment
Alright already! I’m writing, sort of. Look, I don’t have a great excuse like Uber. I don’t even have a weak excuse like A4G. I just couldn’t find motivation to write anything. I look at the headlines and see humor and just can’t think of anything to add.
So I’ll let you in on what has been going on lately, since I haven’t written anything since before Christmas. All my stuff broke within a few weeks. I’ll list them: water heater, central heat, shower fixtures, tires for wife’s car, my will to live (kidding), and the stove looks like it’s heading towards the crap pile too. This makes my wallet awfully light and my humor slightly soured. It’s not going to bring me down mind you, but it makes my nights and weekends light in the fun department. I’m looking at getting a second job for a few months to supplement my bad luck. If I go this route it might be even longer between posts, not that there has been an outpouring of interest on where I’ve been anyway. (well Pandy and Contagion were looking for me)
I guess I could share my thoughts on one thing in the news before leaving you to ponder when my next post will be. I’ve seen the picture of the college kids that had the MLK Day party and the backlash that they received for having a party making fun of stereotypes. All though I haven’t seen anyone in my neighborhood sporting the “I like chicken” t-shirt the one guy is wearing or Aunt Jemima with a 40oz, the rest of the cliché garments I can spot by looking out my front window or watching BET. I’ll put it the best way I can. I could care less if some black orginaztion had a white party and dressed like rednecks or wore horrible plaid golf outfits. If they sat around eating mayonnaise on white bread, sipping earl grey tea, and watched Monty Python films it would not offend me in the least. I personally think making fun of stereotypes is funny. If there wasn’t any truth to them they wouldn’t be funny.
That’s why this 5th of May I’m having a party where people will have to climb a fence to get in. Then as an extra bonus I’ll let the guests roof my house for $20.
Hey everyone, get a frackin sense of humor.