born on the fourth of july

Happy Fifth of July. Hey, today means about as much to me as yesterday did. For some reason I was grossly annoyed by the excessive silence and ceremony during the national anthem yesterday at the concert in the park. I'm sick of token patriotism and nationalism. Pinning a flag on your lapel and suddenly taking your hat off at the flag doesn't change a gddamned thing in this world, so get over yourself.

So that's my minor rant on the holiday, I suppose. Though I could write about my dislike for fireworks as well. I don't mind the the large scale displays of them, assuming they're being run by competent professional pyrotechnician, but I hate the kind you buy at grocery stores and roadside stands at state border that cause lots of noise and random damage and don't look very exciting at all. But then again I have a phobia of loud noises, so I can't really have an objective opinion on the subject.

I don't know why I even attempted to attend the concert yesterday because I hate heat and crowds and direct sunlight. That's pretty much all it was so I'm surprised I even survived the 2 hours I was out there, but I left way before the Indigo Girls even strummed their first chord. I was having a good time visiting with folks from out of town, but my head hurt and I felt no desire to subject myself to further torture, particularly when I already suffered through a similar situation less than 5 days ago (i.e. Pride).

This entry makes me sound supremely cranky. I'm in fairly good spirits though. Despite having to be at work. I'm looking forward to Saturday 2: The Day-Off Continues tomorrow, and I even get a Sunday to top it off. I got free tickets to the Sox game on Sunday afternoon, and I've never been to Comiskey Park and I've never attended a ballgame with MelRo, so both should be fun. Of course, I might find myself in a hot, sunny, crowded environment again, but I'm pretty sure they're upper deck box seats which means shade and I'll just eat a few hot dogs to distract myself.

But when will stuey call me?

Raybear is....

Okay, so I haven't done the Google search thingy that's been circulating around my friends page recently, but on a self-referential and vain whim, I added "raybear" as an interest to my user profile. And it turned out I'm not the only person on LJ who's interested in myself. There's a mysterious

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