Alas, my parents have made it back to Florida, and I'm one chair and a half (slightly smaller than a love seat) and two cheap end tables richer, not to mention some new towels and some new sheets. I'm thankful for all that, but spending time with the parents was exhausting. We visited the 6th Floor Museum at Dealey Plaza on Thursday and the State Fair on Friday.
And during the nights we didn't go anywhere, they got to discover the power of Hulu, and boy do I really wish I'd not done that. I had to endure hours of Dancing With the Stars and Grey's Anatomy. I'm not saying that Grey's Anatomy is a bad show, but I've never seen it, and given that the last season ended on a cliffhanger, I had no idea what the hell was going on. So, while they watched stuff like that, I was at the computer playing WoW doing Brewfest stuff and other piddly stuff that didn't require a lot of attention or time invested.
Oh, here's something that didn't make it into a 140 character post onto Facebook/Twitter/Plurk because of certain people (family members) who are on my Facebook. Holy crap, I'm pretty damn sure that my dad's racist. I don't know if he's always been that way or if it's something new that's cropped up since moving to backwoods redneck Florida. This opinion comes from a couple things he said over the course of the week. First, repeated laments of "people who come to this country and don't even speak English." Secondly, there's his bitching about how every time there's some kind of white-on-black crime, it's automatically a "black thing." That said, in the case he was bitching about, there was a pretty obviously racist element to it.
Of course, his is an appended racism. He's only racist against people of color that he doesn't know personally. "Oh, I'm not talking about you; it's all those other black people/Hispanics/take your pick that I have a problem with." I don't care which people of color he qualifies, qualified racism is still racism.
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