I find that family is rather like sour gummy bears: You really have to be in the right mood to deal with them, sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I really care about my family, but sometimes, they can be a little much to handle all at once. I find it similar to taking more than one or two Altoids at the same time: It's a shade overwhelming.

In other news, Death has decided to avoid knocking on my door for at least one more day. I don't expect him to come knocking any time soon, but it's always nice to have tea and biscuits ready, just in case.

Editing web pages in pure text gives one a sense of empowerment. Of course, it's only a sense of empowerment. There is no actual empowerment. Now programming in binary code...that's empowering. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I wouldn't know for sure though, as the lowest level programming I've ever done was Assembly and even then it was only very basic. (Uh ha! No pun intended.)

I like to think of myself as tolerant when all is said and done. I have nothing against gay men and two of my closest friends happen to be lesbians. I must admit, I’m not completely comfortable around black people, but I honestly think that’s because I’m worried I’ll do or say something incredibly stupid and perpetuate the perception that white people consider black people inferior. I don’t, nor do I consider people who are not white less human. But, I was brought up in a very monochromatic world and thus have insufficient experience. That being said, I do seem to have some serious problems with the intellectually challenged. Maybe it’s because I’ve almost always been around people who were smarter or better than I was. The perception is, if I can do it, you sure as hell aught to be able to do it because everyone else I’ve been around certainly can and I’m on the bottom of the stack. Oh well, more lessons to learn, more experiences to have. Let those who are, be. Change them not, unless you are sure they want changing.

“Phenomenal Cosmic Power...itty bitty living space.” – The Genie from Aladdin.