Tuesday, August 30, 2005
  The Man's kids can't dance
The hurricane has done something weird to my cable.  Saturday night, Alli turned on the TV and I had nothing but the free channels (oh, the horror!).  I didn’t get around to checking on it again until yesterday, when I was back to having cable, but only some select channels.  No TNT or USA, which sucks, but I do have Comedy Central at least.

Anyway, the lack of Law & Order reruns led me to channel scan.  I came to some channel with no identifier in the corner.  It was a local dance competition.. Although not local to here, since I didn’t recognize any of the city/place names.  

Anyway, they were all kids dancing.  It was funny because they were SO HORRIBLE… I guess I’m used to watching teenagers on ESPN2 and all that, people who know what they’re doing.  These kids were, like, watching each other to see where they should be.  It was plain ol’ painful.  Kind of like when Matt was doing his superior dance every time he got a You Don’t Know Jack question right.  The kind of dancing that gives you a stomachache.  ;)

My mind was boggling: I swear, I’ve seen kids dance before, and it wasn’t bad like this.  Why are these kids on television?  Why are their coaches not kicking their asses for being this bad?  I mean, they were kids so you gotta be nice, but they were 12 easily.

Then it hit me: Waitaminute, these kids are ALL WHITE.  THEY’RE ALL WHITE!  NO WONDER!!!!!

So I started to think that Katrina sent me some weird Iowa dance competition or something.  Cable lines got crossed, something.

Then I hear the announcement for the next performer:  The Martin Luther King Center.  “Well, I guess I can now figure out if it really is because they’re just white or I’m just expecting too much from little kids.”  

And the black kids were awesome.  At the end, they even had a little kid with a big afro come out and be Ludacris.  It was kinda creepy when he lip-synced “Now hold your head steady and I’ll milk the cow.”  But hey, it was definitely better than seeing all my little white cousins raising the roof with their gangly little arms and kickin’ it with their rhythmless little legs!  Ah, being white sucks sometimes..
Sounds like you need to call the CABLE GUY!!!
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I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!

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Making a difference

A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.

One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.

When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.

An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.

When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."

The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"

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