Before I bother with other posts I'll throw up a sort lost I referred to before (almost a month ago, yeesh) regarding my encounter with racial profiling.
The weekend before St. Patrick's day (just to REALLY date this entry) I was at Ralphs (i.e. Jewel or Dominicks equivalent) to pick up some food. While staring at the frozen dinners trying to decide what delicacy to treat myself to that night I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see a black guy, a few years older than me, there who says, "Can I ask you something?" My first reaction is to notiy him that I don't work there, but I realized my worn jeans and Iggy Pop t-shirt probably tell him that already, "Sure, what's up?" "How do you cook one of these?" he asks, and holds up a thing of corned beef.
This is funny for many reasons, one of them being that his thumb is sitting on the words (in large bold print) "COOKING INSTRUCTIONS" and also because it is racial profiling. Now, I'm not taking offense at this or anything, I found it fucking hilarious, but it is, by definition, racial profiling. I'm a minority in my neighborhood (was the only white guy in the store) so it really fits.
I love the irony.
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Spectacular. Please tell me you said, "take that beef, put in a pot with cabbage, potatoes and carrots and boil it for 18 fucking hours. That's some traditional Irish cooking. And don't forget to put down half a bottle of Jameson's while you cook."
Also: your readership is Lost and Adrift in this cold, cold world. Why do let us into your life so infrequently?
Then suck it thru a straw. Can't forget the straw.
I can't say that I knew I had a readership.
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