It’s exciting to be part of the 2010 U.S. census. I’m not much of a joiner, but this is a club I don’t mind belonging to. I’ll probably skip the meetings, though.

The form I got today wasn’t supposed to be this easy. I was prepared to make up answers to all sorts of intrusive questions, but there isn’t even anything there I can lie about. My age? Heck, I’m proud to be almost 30. My race? Only if I thought there would be some benefit to it. Benefit to members of whichever race I chose, that is, not to myself. I’m a liberal, after all.

They do allow you to invent your own race, if you’re not satisfied with any of the choices on the form. I wonder how many Klingons and Romulans will be reporting their presence amongst us. Or Philistines, or Franciscans, or Booleans or Euclideans. What would they do if I wrote “Human” in the little boxes? Seriously, “White”? Booorrrringgg!

Now that the Supreme Court tells us corporations are people, I have to wonder what race they are. They are being counted, aren’t they?

The only really personal information I didn’t want to give them was my phone number, but it will do them as little good as it does the banks and charities that call me several times a day. Those calls don’t get answered, either.