The RIAA can lick my big, sweaty balls. Or, at least, they could if I had them. I hate those fuckers.
So, I spent yesterday at my mom's house, for a BBQ for my sister (20 on July 24th) and brother's (14 on August 1st) birthday. It was hot as hell out there, so I wasn't to terribly upset to come home to a nicely chilled 60 degrees. My sister's boyfriend's friend came over to the BBQ, and brought his kids. His oldest girl (6 years old or something) is named Aryan. That's right, say it out loud. Air-e-an. As in (from dictionary.com) "In Nazism and neo-Nazism, a non-Jewish Caucasian, especially one of Nordic type, supposed to be part of a master race." This is what he named his little girl. According to my sister, he "used to be" a skinhead. I think is I ever fell on my head repeatedly, and became a skinhead, and named my daughter Aryan, when I got better, I would have her name officially changed. That poor little girl can go one of 2 ways. She can either become a skinhead herself (and *that's* exactly what we need more of
), or she can become a social pariah. Her peers won't know what her names means for a while, but (most) parents and teachers will, and I can guaran-damn-tee you that I would *never* let my child play at the house of a little girl named Aryan. Excuse me for judging, but I would imagine that Aryan's parents have some view points I would not be comfortable exposing my young children to. If I was that little girl, I would sue for a name change the second I realized what my name meant. As far as I'm concerned, that damn near qualifies as child abuse. Some people just make me 
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In other news, Midori, Dave_H and an unknown SG (maybe Siara) were in my dream the other night. I was walking around in the Mission, near were I work, at night, and I come upon the three of them trying to scale one of those gates they have at the bottom of buildings were you are supposed to ring the bell, and somebody buzzes you in. They had been invited to a party in the building, but people were partying too hearty to hear the doorbell, so they decided to try and bypass that step. As the girl I believe was Siara is almost to the top of the door, a police officer comes by. Siara jumps down, and the police officer starts casually questioning us. Midori decides she's gonna take one for the team, and grabs a garbage can and runs off, trying to bait the cop into chasing her, but she's less than half a block away when a scary homeless guy chases her back. It's just then when SG members who live in the building show up and recognize Midori and Dave_H, and tell the cop that we are with them, and we all escape to their apartment (which is not the location of the original party). When we get up there, some random member starts talking shit about Tuffy. One of the members who lives there interupts him and points to a sign that says that the apartment is a Tuffy and Fractal-bashing Free Zone. And then I woke up. I think this might be the first sign of a more serious problem.
So, I spent yesterday at my mom's house, for a BBQ for my sister (20 on July 24th) and brother's (14 on August 1st) birthday. It was hot as hell out there, so I wasn't to terribly upset to come home to a nicely chilled 60 degrees. My sister's boyfriend's friend came over to the BBQ, and brought his kids. His oldest girl (6 years old or something) is named Aryan. That's right, say it out loud. Air-e-an. As in (from dictionary.com) "In Nazism and neo-Nazism, a non-Jewish Caucasian, especially one of Nordic type, supposed to be part of a master race." This is what he named his little girl. According to my sister, he "used to be" a skinhead. I think is I ever fell on my head repeatedly, and became a skinhead, and named my daughter Aryan, when I got better, I would have her name officially changed. That poor little girl can go one of 2 ways. She can either become a skinhead herself (and *that's* exactly what we need more of
), or she can become a social pariah. Her peers won't know what her names means for a while, but (most) parents and teachers will, and I can guaran-damn-tee you that I would *never* let my child play at the house of a little girl named Aryan. Excuse me for judging, but I would imagine that Aryan's parents have some view points I would not be comfortable exposing my young children to. If I was that little girl, I would sue for a name change the second I realized what my name meant. As far as I'm concerned, that damn near qualifies as child abuse. Some people just make me .
In other news, Midori, Dave_H and an unknown SG (maybe Siara) were in my dream the other night. I was walking around in the Mission, near were I work, at night, and I come upon the three of them trying to scale one of those gates they have at the bottom of buildings were you are supposed to ring the bell, and somebody buzzes you in. They had been invited to a party in the building, but people were partying too hearty to hear the doorbell, so they decided to try and bypass that step. As the girl I believe was Siara is almost to the top of the door, a police officer comes by. Siara jumps down, and the police officer starts casually questioning us. Midori decides she's gonna take one for the team, and grabs a garbage can and runs off, trying to bait the cop into chasing her, but she's less than half a block away when a scary homeless guy chases her back. It's just then when SG members who live in the building show up and recognize Midori and Dave_H, and tell the cop that we are with them, and we all escape to their apartment (which is not the location of the original party). When we get up there, some random member starts talking shit about Tuffy. One of the members who lives there interupts him and points to a sign that says that the apartment is a Tuffy and Fractal-bashing Free Zone. And then I woke up. I think this might be the first sign of a more serious problem.
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It was nice to meet you as well, dahlink