out on the road today, I saw a Tea Party sticker on the back of a pick up truck...

...a little voice inside said don't look back, you can never look back.

Seriously, I did see a Tea Party bumper sticker on a truck the other day (and all I got was "Boys of Summer" stuck in my head, again). It was just amusing to see that, my first Tea Party bumper sticker. Like, I am aware of this Tea Party and the fact that they have supporters, but, had never seen it in person, didn't really think that they still existed in real life...I imagine it'd be like seeing a unicorn in person, a turn your head kind of sense of wonder.

Anyway, today was Martin Luther King Day. And almost all through the land of Facebook, my friends were praising sleeping in and television marathons and the trouble of deciding if they should go shop or go get a manicure. Really. I was a little bummed by this, but I've come to realize that Facebook is really like a hopping cocktail party, lots of voices, lots of brief chats, but short on any deep conversation (for the most part). And I get it. If you were at a cocktail party, you'd (most likely) stick to talking to the up and light people and totally avoid that weirdo over in the corner bitching political, the zealot raving over the decline of society.

On a sort of related note, I have discovered I have a few (very tiny amount) friends who constantly complain about illness on Facebook...and not in a "I just got diagnosed with this deadly disease" sort of way. In more of a "I'm cold, my throat hurts, I stubbed my toe" sort of minimal damage sort of commentary...daily, multiple times daily, exclusively. To the point I am tempted to block them from my feed. But, these people aren't like this in real life (if they were, I doubt we'd be friends). I don't quite understand why they take to Facebook with all their medical issues.

I almost did it myself today! I had to fast for blood work and almost commented that fasting sucks...but then I remembered that it was Martin Luther King Day...and that, after my appointment, I got to eat...that others would not be that lucky. My 8 hours of fasting wouldn't kill me and life would go back to normal right after my appointment. That I was so lucky to even have medical insurance that would cover the blood work. That I am an employed, white female with nothing to complain about (except sexism).

And then later, I saw a piece about Hello Kitty (items sold for charity! so it's not that vapid)...I am so Lisa Simpson.