Let's exercise. It's been too long.

"Fool!" Dr. Klein spat. "I told you to have everything taken care of by the time I arrived. If Meredith sees this mess she'll--"

"I'll what, love?" Meredith strode into the room. "Kill you? No, darling, I care little for your ... experiments. Just see that it's clean for the party tonight." Dr. Klein seethed quietly and turned away from his wife. Dr. Klein's befuddled assistant, Horace, started after him quickly, glancing back in time to see the tail of Meredith's cocktail dress flow around the door frame and disappear. Palpable disdain and the faint scent of her perfume lingered after she was gone, and provided Horace with the motivation to continue his work with the Doctor. Breathing deeply, his thoughts drifted after Meredith down the hall.

Dr. Klein's presence could not be ignored for long, however, and Horace snapped to his side to begin the duplicitous task of assuaging his master's anger. A long day ahead, and it would not be pleasant.

The internet, she is full of bees

Okay, so I'm not going to talk about bees. Instead, at the behest of a friend, I am going to explain to you situations in which I think racism is comedy.

Scenario 1:

Black guy: You there! You opened your door into my car and scratched the paint on purpose! You did it because I am black!
White guy: Sir, I have never seen you before in my life.
Black guy: I'm calling my lawyer!

Scenario 2:
Hispanic woman: Excuse me sir, can you tell me how to get to the bank buildling?
White guy in suit: Why do you assume I know where all the banks are? Is it because I'm a white guy in a suit? You assume I'm some big shot just because of my race? SCREW YOU, I DON'T HAVE ANY MONEY IN THE BANK!
Hispanic woman: Thanks;I'll just ask that cop over there.

Scenario 3:
White guy in airport to wife: Gosh honey, look at all the terr'rists!
Iranian wife: I hate you.

unF unF unF unF

Dance until you pass out. That's my motto from now on at any live Armin Van Buuren shows. What do you even call a techno show? Is it a rave? There were certainly ravers present. I'm pretty sure the table next to us was doing drug deals.

I thought I had "slutted" myself up enough with a somewhat low-cut shirt, but I was NOTHING compared to some of the shit we saw. Scrawny, coked-out hooker-looking girls were everywhere, including one dressed in what looked to be a pink Lum outfit. The anime convention is next month, sweetie.

That said, the show was AMAZING. The first two DJs were mildly interesting, but it is obvious whose name was on the tickets: Armin Van Buuren. I'm amazed how into the music I get when it's live. I can listen to A.S.O.T. all day long and just perk my ears up every now and again, but play the same tunes live, and I'm raptly fascinated by everything coming from the speakers.

Unfortunately, I don't think there were enough people cheering, nor was the venue completely full, so I'm not sure he'll ever come back. Oh well, at least I got to see him once :)!