its lonely in outer space

Yesterday, the ribs were so tender they were falling from the bone
as we tortured the concept of the 'protected class'. It seems that
everyone is a protected class or special class of some sort except
white males. Also, I think that race is self-identifying, so each white male could designate himself as a protected class, such as American Indian or African American and no one could really disprove it. Then, every one would be in a protected class. Everyone would be discriminated against equally and we would all be equal under the law.

So yeah, the ribs were good. The corn was inconsistent: some was very good and some was not so very good. Can you dig it? We also discussed the inadvisability of lsd. It tends to warp your fucking mind a bit.

Although I was planning on breaking out some rosado wine or some Belgian ales we didn't get around to it. We drank some of the Paul Newman lime-ade and lemon-ade, but there was a 50-50 split in opinion on it.

At work I completely goofed off all day. I went out and bought some baseballs at one point, but couldn't find badminton gear. I bought a fluorescent yellow softball, a regulation baseball, a Nike Slave Child made "Backyard Ball" and a wiffle ball. Nice artifacts. Also, at noon I had a phone interview for another job. That went really well, so maybe I'll get a new job and ratchet the payscale up.

Yuck a duck a duck a duck, yuck a duck a duck duck

We came up with a good AKC name for our Silky Terrier puppy, Shelby. It's "Statistically Perfect Shelby". Nice, dude.