White People Like Bookcases

A new blog came to my attention recently compliments of Face: http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/. Besides accurately describing my love of expensive sandwiches, dogs, arts degrees, 80s night, and David Sedaris, the comments section is worth at least a half an hour of your time. The hate mail generated by this blog is an astounding affirmation of my distaste for the General Public. I’d estimate that a solid 10% of the comments fall into the hate mail category. They blast the author for a variety of nonsense: pigeon-holing white people, focusing only on the likes of the upper-middle class, being racist or, God forbid, being Republican. Once again, people have missed the point of satire in favor of being offended, which I assure you, is really much less fun than appreciating satire. I’ve been so moved by the number of such entries that I’ve been forced to blog about the comment section of another blog. Blogging about blogs. It’s this kind of reflexive thinking that reduces me to quiet nose picking in the fetal position while humming the Sesame Street theme.

But, my nervous break down will have to wait. Nerd Herd magazine met my demands finally and gave me a raise. So, instead of pursuing my goal of unemployment, I’ve extended my stay until the end of August. After that, I’ll either drift elsewhere or (fingers crossed) get into the grad program that I just applied for. My dreams of domestic goddessry, late morning walks in the park, leisurely cups of coffee not chugged while firing off twenty emails, and excessive free time will have to wait. The Man put a price on my dignity and I accepted. With relish. Most of us already know how much our college education is worth or our accumulated assets but not many of us can refer to an exact number when referring to the price of our self-respect. I can. So can the hookers that hang around Chinatown.

In other news, I’ve been increasingly nervous about the rickety Ikea bookshelf that holds half of my book collection. The laws of physics suggest it should have fallen over by now:
So, Beau and I went to Target on Saturday where we purchased a nice, heavy bookshelf made of solid wood which looks like actual grown up furniture! I spent Sunday evening moving the contents of the old bookcase to the new one and warily eyeing the old one who I assume is planning a violent coup which I will be drastically unprepared for since Beau is back in Florida for the work week and therefore unable to defend me against renegade Ikea furniture.