My old high school had a reunion of sorts over the weekend, to celebrate (I guess) everybody hitting the big five-oh this year. Much like the 10th, 20th, 25th, 30th years, I didn’t really consider going. Not that I don’t have a certain amount of curiosity, of course, but not enough to overcome my apathy. It’s not like high school was the pinnacle of my life, and while there are a few people I wouldn’t mind seeing again (one’s dead, so I guess that aint happening), I don’t really want to see them all that much. Wouldn’t mind running into them somewhere, but after a few minutes of “hey, gee, how ya been? Not bad, how you been,” I think I’d get pretty bored. Besides, I’m pretty sure the people I’d wanna talk to aren’t the kind of people who’d go to a high school reunion. We spent most of high school out in the woods getting stoned. Now that’s a reunion I might actually attend.
I heard a bit of Obama’s speech to Louisiana residents yesterday while driving around. Something about fixing everything and compensating people and whatnot. It sounded like another load of bullshit to me, in light of the fact that it’s been, what, almost five years since Katrina, and New Orleans is still not rebuilt. The AP story I read said that Obama “rushed” to southern Louisiana to inspect the forces or rally the troops or whatever it is that presidents do when they fly around looking at a big pile of shit seeming concerned and trying to look “presidential.’ Yes, the President rushed right down. I mean, the burning rig sunk a mere 10 days ago or something.
Not that there’s much he can do, really. Except promise to fix everything, compensate people for everything they’ve lost, and insist that he’ll make BP pay the bill. Yeah, like that’ll happen. After a decade or so of lawsuits, maybe some people will get 5 cents on the dollar for their lost businesses and ways of life. In the meantime, I predict record profits for Exxon (and BP, for that matter), and $120 a barrel oil – which will lead to the reprise of the clamor to drill baby drill as soon as everybody forgets that’s what got us here in the first place.
Meanwhile, the dead sea turtles keep washing up on shore down south and the rich folks up north get ready to sue to prevent wind farms from obstructing the beautiful views from their gated communities.
Speaking of washing up, time to get ready to face another week.
Oh, don’t worry about the oil. It will, PRESTO!, evaporate! I mean, it is a just a little sheen that looks like chocolate milk. No worries. Somehow when I lived in Santa Barbara, the oil on the beaches wasn’t evaporating, but I’m sure it’s different on the Gulf. :doh:
I have absolutely no desire to go to my High School reunion. If I did go to SF, I’d go see the Giants, and NOT attend the reunion. 😎
I, too, would never go to my high school reunion. I have no desire to be reunited with any of them, teachers or students. I do remember one English teacher who seemed overly fond of the football boys. She used to knit sweaters for them and give them lots of tutoring. In school, I wondered why she was so nice to them. What a dork I was.
I won’t take that personally, OK.
I went to my 20th. My friend Ann in Louisiana and I made a deal since both of our families still live in RVa. We had a great time. The small percentage of our class we were friendly with had just enough people to show up so it was worth it. Funny thing was a lot of the people who had been a**wholes in HS were trying to make amends because history sort of turned the geeks into the kids who were really cool back then. That and :jesus: :nixon: :bong: . I think we made a deal not to go back for a 40th this year. Of course, since the 20th I have never been invited back even if they had more.
Another example of how fucked up this world is.
22 year old kids.
Michael Brown: Obama Wanted The Oil Spill To Happen (VIDEO)
Why is it that Rethugs always seem to leave me speechless?
omg, the conservabots leave me nauseated. Please make them go awaaay, puleezzzzz. 🙁
And Verrrnnnnn, you know there’s always a seat with your name on it next to mine at the Splash party!