Record you own strawbeery dance here.They have combined strawberry shortcake and my little pony into one sweet world of narcotically strong plastic fullfillment. I met a straweberry shortcake at the Salvation Army recently and she still smelled after living through the 80s and 90s. It makes me wonder what kind of toxic compounds make her have such an exceptional "half-life"
Last night at (e:robins) party I though there was this bowl of ashes in the food area. Turned out to be a bowl fill of zauberpilze. I ate a handfull figuring why not, it isn't often they have these kind of snacks materialize.
It ended up being the strangest evening. First of all never watch the Chuckie movie before such an adventure. I spent the entire night thinking about chuckie. At one point I convinced myself the only thing that could stop him was strawberry shortcakes sweet scented plastic smell. In my dream I would see evil chuckie and everything was lik black and red and burned. Then a my little pony would ride in with sparkle glitter and stars trailing behind her and a strawberry shortcake doll on her back. Her strawberry smell would cover everything and my dream would return to a natural green scheme which was much more calming.
Saw (e:enknot) for a bit and we taked about new rss like feeds that are pure javascript. We bored everyone but ourselves with out computer talk. Frankly, it was some of the most interesting conversation of the night. I bet you will see more javascript feeds.
There was tons of crazy teacher to student flirt action which was so bizarre considering it all started with a conversation about Mary Kay Letourneau (WIKIPEDIA - Mary_Kay_Letourneau), the teacher with the 13 year old boyfriend that ended up in jail and latter married him.
I had a someone confess their crush on me.
Hate me because I am white and middle class
On the way walking home from (e:robins) there was this increasingly large group of black people that was walking ahead of us. It started out with two guys double riding on a bike but they got off and went slow right next to us, then more and more of them gathered.
As more and more of them gathered I would have normally avoided it (any group of ten people - even hippies) by myself but (e:terry) and (e:matthew) just trudged through. Of course this caused a commotion. The people patted us down to scope and size us up, all in the guise of a hug for the sabres victory which I had no idea about.
I think the main dude was trying to show off in front of the ladies. I think they really wanted to beat up (e:terry) because of his overwhelming whiteness but I think the guy realized he wasn't a little guy when he patted him down. It was the first time in my life I would have been ready to fight, even though they still woud have taken me down. That felt good.
It is kind of ridiculous that I have to be threatended walking home just because I am white and not poor.
Usually, this kind of stuff doesn't happen to me so much alone because I am not so white. But mix (e:terry) and (e:matthew) in and it gets a lot crazier. It's like when I was in Mexico with (e:terry) - we were the target of every scam artist and prostitute.
It made me realize that is exactly why people live in the suburbs. I mean this (e:paul,692) kind of stuff doesn't happen in Kenmore but you do get stuff like this (e:zobar,44) that would drive me just as insane.
Stop hugging my in the name of intimidation
I am really sick of strangers trying to hug me to find out what i have on me. It is such a perversion of a peaceful move. It kind of makes me want a tazer. This one night some guy at the subway stop at Utica and Main put his arm around my neck and talked for like 10 minutes about how he wanted more money for beer but he didn't know where to get it, insinuating that I had it. Anytime I tried to move he would just tighten his arm a bit untill he finally realized I really didn't have anything but a subway token with me and let me go. That was before the gym. I think now it wouldn't happen so much because I would have just punched the drunk in the face. It is precisely why I will not live on Prospect though and why the houses on Normal Street cost about 12k and always will.
I just don't understand what makes people act that way. There is no way I would do the same thing to poor people walking through my neighborhood. But honestly, I can't just pretend like it is just a economic class thing, it is totally racist that they target us. We are totally targeted because we are white. I have noticed the same thing on elmwood. It used to be that poor people asked me for money. But now it often hapens that black guy's in nicer clothes than I have harass me for money and get angry when I say I don't have any. What the hell is up with that?
I'm sorry for your experiences. That doesn't sound like a fun situation at all. I don't think it's racist at all to avoid a mob of people you don't know on the street. It's not even racist to follow your gut and avoid a bad situation. That's survival. It's racist if you start extending those negative vibes to other interractions.
Next time, travel with (e:enknot) b/c he has a +2 vorpal sword with an extended crtitical threat range, and a volkswagon, too. (Oh yeah, I can drop some nerd science.)
Damn damn damn, dude, you get into a fight phone my ass, I'll bring something nasty for em.
Woah... that's intense, and it really sucks. I'm glad you guys are alright. Kinda makes me feel bad that I left the party early. Hearing shit like that about my neighborhood makes me embarssed to invite people. Yeah, I won't live here forever, but my rent is cheap for now.
Nothing like that has ever happend to me, any place. It's usually the other way around, where someone thinks I'd attack them rather than get home to play more World of Warcraft, don't they understand I don't get XP for those kinds of kills? Yeah, I've been the subject of some racist intent before, but never phyically asaulted or approached to be patted down...that's just effed up and weird.
I guess I don't apppear to be the huggable stranger type. Though if you really knew me maybe your opinon would change, but then I woudln't be a stranger. Yeah. I've been told that on a dark street I look like a vicious customer, or at least not someone who can be approached without caution, and I thank my genes for that since I'd hate to have to deal with something like being targeted for a mugging or anything like that. That, and I park my car in a pretty shady part of buffalo when I'm working late. I could never do that if I didn't look like I do without worrying a lot more, and that's a sad fact.
Paul what is that song? it's funny :) "the schroedinger equation collapses perfectly" hehe
First of all I'm glad you guys are Ok, that really sounds crepy. Getting hugged by someone you don't know is freaky enough. Its not like it is someone you know and you do the fists or the handshake pull each other in kind of hug, that must look strange from a far. It is things like what happend to you that make people racist (not all People), who warn't before. Naturally your mind will want to protect your self so you will start thinking (when you see a group of black people) I better be ready to kick some ass or run. It is to bad that what happend to you happend to you, but at least it wasn't worse and you warn't alone. It is good to know that racism isn't only whites on blacks that it happens the other way around some times.
Wow. There is a lot here, but I think I'll just comment on your pat down situation.
Reading your journal makes me think about my own previous experiences. This one time, When I lived on Main and Amherst St,I was really quite naive. I lived there for years without a car and was used to getting on "subway" and also going by foot. There was this time I was walking home from the Quality in Central Park Plaza and had a run in with two black guys. They were walking towards me on the same side of the street. I felt like I should go to the other side, but I didn't. Maybe it was because I was too afraid to think that maybe I was racist if I moved to the other side of the street. They ended up jumping me on Amherst St in broad day light with cars passing by. They knocked me down and I hit my head, but long story short, they didn't get anything except a pair of socks and I didn't get too badly hurt. (another story) I think cause I was too determined not to appear racist, that I went against my intuition. Now, I am much more likely to follow my gut reactions. Anyways, I'm glad that you all appeared so tough and manly that they didn't do something worse.