So as that's being ironed out as the rest of us are trying to figure out how to deal with a bullying personality in our little space, I'm once again reminded of why most -isms based on the "better angels of our nature" are naturally doomed to failure. It's hard to share when it's a recreational plot of ten people, let alone resources and corporations and powerful entities.
Still, speaking of overlords, I showed up to work Randal's shift and about an hour on of hearing about the intricacies of catching fish in World of Warcraft was relieved ironically enough by one of the people who is a true bona-fide slacker, unlike us Gen-X posers who always show up to work, if only for the camaraderie of St. Drogo and an unspoken commitment to not screwing over our fellow peons. I'll take what I can get so I walked down to the Asian festival down the street, which was quite swanky and awesome, especially as it represented a sizable chunk of the continent, which is no mean feat.
One of my friends was up there so me and her walked around with the girl she's mentoring who said lots of awesome snarky things, and we admired Filipino folk dancing and kids playing covers of G'N'R songs who called themselves the Tone Lockers, ate noodles, people-watched (every conceivable background and age made its appearance), noted that all the "authentic imports" from Nepal, Peru, and Thailand look like the usual tie-dyed paisleyed headshop generica, and I probably have a fantastic sunburn upon my cracker brow, but all in all, good times.