Just letting you know, I love my wife
Apr. 22nd, 2007 12:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsThis evening, Omaha and I went to the annual school auction for Kouryou-chan's school. We don't have any money so we hadn't planned on spending any. But I was going to practice my mingling skills, seeing as I have none to speak of, and to maybe bid on some things that we buy anyway.
The theme of the night was Hawaii. Okay, this kinda bugged me: everyone's been down on the movie Ghost Warrior because, at its heart, it has silly Native American kitsch as one of its motivating memes. So, why do people get all up in arms about, say, Navajo kitsch, but don't get all upset about Hawaiian kitsch? Don Ho is dead; can we please let go the whose "island paradise" bullshit already?
I was looking through the school portfolio of classroom photographs and I have to ask, what parent puts their kid in a "Property of Halliburton" sweatshirt, apparently not as an ironic joke?
Omaha did buy me a wonderful gift. I do have a favorite coffee, Dead Man's Reach, and there was a gift basket there with a pound of the coffee and a t-shirt. Yay!
Anyway, my mingling skills were apparently terrible. I exchanged few words with anyone other than Kouryou-chan's teachers. Omaha and I left halfway through the "full" auction, and we can write off our purchases on our taxes. It's all good. I'm exhausted. This pixel-stained technopeasant wretch go to sleep now.
The theme of the night was Hawaii. Okay, this kinda bugged me: everyone's been down on the movie Ghost Warrior because, at its heart, it has silly Native American kitsch as one of its motivating memes. So, why do people get all up in arms about, say, Navajo kitsch, but don't get all upset about Hawaiian kitsch? Don Ho is dead; can we please let go the whose "island paradise" bullshit already?
I was looking through the school portfolio of classroom photographs and I have to ask, what parent puts their kid in a "Property of Halliburton" sweatshirt, apparently not as an ironic joke?
Omaha did buy me a wonderful gift. I do have a favorite coffee, Dead Man's Reach, and there was a gift basket there with a pound of the coffee and a t-shirt. Yay!
Anyway, my mingling skills were apparently terrible. I exchanged few words with anyone other than Kouryou-chan's teachers. Omaha and I left halfway through the "full" auction, and we can write off our purchases on our taxes. It's all good. I'm exhausted. This pixel-stained technopeasant wretch go to sleep now.
