Sunday, October 27, 2002

When I left the office on Friday, the BLOGGER hacking event, thoroughly documented and dissected here, was just winding down. While I do wish the folks over at PYRA had been more communicative during this debacle, I also believe that they were doing their best to resolve the problem quickly and effectively. I haven't paid anything for this cool software so I am not going to be throwing any stones.

I picked my daughter up at school on Friday afternoon and then headed home to finish packing up the Volvo. We shoved tents and sleeping bags and food and Hula Hoops into the back, two kids with more food and Game Boy's in the middle, and me and the wife up front. We then drove over the hill and down the coast to Sunset State Beach.

We stayed Friday and Saturday nights, returning this morning to get one of the girls to a Halloween party. We were joined at the campsite by my wife's brother, her two cousins and their families. While we pitched our tent, they circled their motorhomes. One of the cousins' wives was heard to complain about the lack of "full hookups". I kept my comments about "camping" to myself and we all had a fairly nice time. I always need to remember to bite my tongue when around this side of the family. The lyrics of this song illustrate why:
    THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS
    Your Racist Friend

    This is where the party ends
    I can't stand here listening to you
    And your racist friend
    I know politics bore you
    But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
    And your racist friend

    It was the loveliest party that I've ever attended
    If anything was broken I'm sure it could be mended
    My head can't tolerate this bobbing and pretending
    Listen to some bullet-head and the madness that he's saying

    This is where the party ends
    I'll just sit here wondering how you
    Can stand by your racist friend
    I know politics bore you
    But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
    You and your racist friend

    This is where the party ends
    I can't stand here listening to you
    And your racist friend
    I know politics bore you
    But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
    And your racist friend

    Out from the kitchen to the bedroom to the hallway
    Your friend apologizes, he could see it my way
    He let the contents of the bottle do the thinking
    Can't shake the devil's hand and say you're only kidding

    This is where the party ends
    I can't stand here listening to you
    And your racist friend
    I know politics bore you
    But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
    And your racist friend

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