I wear many hats, and some of them are bonnets

Free golf-clap to the first person who can tell me what television show the above titular quote comes from.

So Target called and I had my orientation today. All in all a boring experience, but I feel good about the place and at this point that's all that really matters. I start Wednesday morning at 4am so that should be fun in a tired sort of way.

My regular reader(s) may notice that the links have changed in my "Stuff That's Hip" category. I'd like to tell you why. I removed what was my favorite internet (for lack of a better word) cartoon, Neurotically Yours. My ass has been seriously chapped by the content of "Unamusement Park" where the main character, a squirrel named Foamy, goes off on a rant about amusement park rides being shut down due to accidents that were not the fault of the park but irresponsible riders. I can understand the frustration at this given America's current culture of individuals refusing to take responsibility for their own actions, and stupidity. My problem with the cartoon is the names he uses when referring to fictitious accident victims, he names them all with stereotypical African-American names. Jonathan Mathers claims, via his Foamy persona, that he does most of his stuff improv so it's impossible to say whether he did this intentionally or not - not that it really matters. I'm disgusted, still, having seen this cartoon months ago it still bugs the crap out of me. The only reason I haven't removed the link before now is that I forgot it was there. Everyone's entitled to their own opinions and worldview, but I'll be damned before I watch anything else that this Don Imus of internet cartoons creates.

There, I don't feel any better, but at least I got that off my chest.

Amusing camp memory: Apparently our younger generation has turned the "Your Momma" joke on its ear by including furniture in the list of things it can make fun of. One of my kids said to another, during the last session, "Your couch is so nasty that you fell asleep on it with hopes and dreams and woke up with hepatitis and diabetes." I was laughing too hard to tell him that diabetes isn't contagious. An amusing new bit of slang was either introduced or invented during that last session as well. Instead of, "Don't talk crap" it was, "Don't talk no shabangbang". It turns out, yelling this in a silly voice when your kids are starting to squabble is a great way to take their attention off their conflicts and put it on you. While it may not be the mad genius of my camp director, whose method of waking kids up involved a sock puppet that only spoke Spanish, it was still pure gold for conflict resolution.

Take care of yourselves and I'll catch you all later.