For some reason people have been trying to engage me in a phenomenon
xamses once dubbed "secret white people time". "Hey
bloodangel, doesn't it bother you that -contractor- has so many Mexicans working for them? I mean, I think they're illegals and there's tens of thousands of dollars worth of equipment in that building." Am I giving off a vibe that suggests I'm receptive to this sort of talk?
I've been learning about China lately. I took a course on Chinese history last semester. This semester, I'm taking a course on Asian philosophy. I'm going to bring it full-circle this summer by reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
The
Paranoid Parrot in me wants to clarify that the person in the
dream I mentioned last month is not anyone who may be reading this via RSS.
Oh, and privacy-minded former Photobucket users who also use Facebook might want to log on and disentangle their account from the Facebook info that Photobucket helpfully grafted onto your account. Thanks to
safiiru for the heads up.
Expect friends-only ruminations in the near future. In the meanwhile, feel free to ask me questions?