Rainbowhandgranade

So... apparently in the modern world we've abolished slavery.

As I'm at a restaraunt getting angry waiting for a meal that should have been delivered five minutes ago, I start getting irate at the poor waitress who is serving me. I think to myself if it takes much longer that I will rebuff her for the delay, even though she isn't the one cooking my meal.

As this thought digests, I begin to think how many people in service positions get confused as slaves. Okay - sure we pay them a wage, but slaves were paid wages - in food, enough to survive so that they were able to continue serving. I smile politely when my meal arrives, instead of my usual response to rebuff the waitress. She apologieses for the slow service to which I say no problem.

Love Eric
CUTSLEEVE boys

And remember boys and girls - if a tree falls in the woods and no body hears it, it never happened, the moral of the story is don't get caught.

I suppose introductions are in order, however through this medium unfortunately it is not the regular form of introduction where two or more people explain who they are to one another in as few setences as possible, but this is merely a monologue about oneself.

So the funny thing about explaining who you are is that most people think that most people think their identity first and foremost is their name. On the internet names (at least real ones) are startingly hard to come across. Mine happens to be Eric. What I find is that names are surprisingly poor when it comes to identifying someone. They are after all not unique. So when you ask "Which sally do you mean" the response is usually that persons name with a descriptor. Like "the crazy sally".

So I am usually referred to as the Gay Eric.

I'd go on from here, but I fear my rant will extend too long.

Love Eric
CUTSLEEVE boys

And remember boys and girls - if you can't play nice in the sandbox take a shovel, you'll need it to hide the bodies.