Six Flags: Helping Recreate an Unequal Class Society

     If you're one of the few lucky people in this country, you may be able to afford a Flash Pass.  The Flash Pass allows you to, simply, cut in front of the poor people; get better treatment because you have the money.
     If Six Flags were the Titanic, I would have died last Friday.  Locked down in the steerage, the poor people had no chance of getting up top to a life boat (even if they'd had enough).  At Six Flags, poor people are left in the long lines, to bake in the hot South Texas sun.  People who have enough money to buy Flash Passes (which cost $79.00 per person!!) were permitted to walk straight up to the front of the line and go on the ride whenever they wanted. 

     I was gonna have a long, angry blog about this, but I don't feel like it.  I said what I wanted to say, and that's all. 

     Stupid.

busy weekend

It was a busy weekend.
I went straight to Odessa after work on Friday to watch my brother's step daughter so he could be in the room with his wife while she was having the baby.  I didn't get there in time, so he didn't get to see his son being born.  Nice.  But, my nephew is here.

 

Looks just like, and was named after Super Papaw.

We spent the weekend going back and forth from Midland to Odessa.  Ate at Shogun, but Bonzai in Abilene is better.

Oh!  And then we went to see Alice in Wonderland.   

Weird post, but I haven't posted in a while.

General Mills

     The first thing to happen today was my box of Honey Nut Cheerios telling me that I'm not a winner.  I opened the box, and there, right on the inside it said, "You are not a winner.  Usted no es un ganador."  Thanks, General Mills, for making me feel sad and useless and like a loser.  I ate my cereal anyway because I went to UTPB, and according to Newsweek, graduates of UTPB are "winners."
     To prove that I am really a winner, I brushed my teeth, finished getting ready, made the dog go potty, then headed to class.  In microbiology lab, we got our fungus extra credit papers back.  Going through the pile to find my paper I noticed that every one had a number--the points they got for extra credit.  When I got to my paper, there was no number.  Nothing.  I am not a winner.
     I finally proved how awesome I am in microbiology lecture, where we played a Jeopardy-style game for a review for the test we're having on Wednesday.  The class divided into 5 teams, and my team had 3 people.  Before class was half-way over, my team reached our maximum amount of points, so we had to disintegrate into other teams.  And that's how awesome I am.  We answered so many questions that we weren't allowed to answer anymore unless we split up and joined a different team.
     So I think I can safely say that General Mills can't really say that I'm not a winner.  Newsweek and my awesomeness at microbiology says I am awesome.  I will continue to eat my Honey Nut Cheerios this week for breakfast though, because it tastes good, and it's all I have.