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Went to a party for an 8 year old today. Innnnnteresting. Observations:

* Racially mixed children have to be the most beautiful kids ever. I saw more colours represented today than you would find on a Sherman Williams paint chart. I think society is finally making progress. And side note? These kids were also some of the nicest, smartest, most well-spoken children I've met. Their parents have a lot to do with it, but damn. Made me like people a little bit more again.

* Clowns are still UBER fucking creepy. Don't look at me, don't talk to me and especially don't tell me I have nice eyes. Just GO AWAY.

* I love burnt weiners. Scorch that hot dog casing for me and I'm a happy camper, listening to that wet ssssssnap as I bite into it.

* Kids don't give a fuck what the parents do as long as there is a Jolly Jumper around. They won't even notice that they're cut and have been bleeding all over for an hour, they just want to JUMP. Remember just jumping around? Going for maximum distance? Good times.

* I haven't the energy to think of something more profound than this crap. I've got a couple ideas brewing, and I promise I'll be back to better form soon. Until then, please read Alma's Blog. She's got it figured out better than I do.

Peace & love, as my wifey would say.