Julie (our Property Manager), just came up to me and asked if I had gotten a – and I quote – “Diversity Cookie.”

Background: This week has been deemed 2008 Multicultural Week by our robot overlords protectors:

We are being treated to webcasts and on *ahem* “Patriot Day” (which I still think is the most inane possible name for the day), we are having a barbecue. But, I digress. “Diversity Cookies.”

Apparently, there were also frown-faced cookies, but they went very quickly, from what I understand.

Then I looked around at the other items on the table and found something that actually made me laugh out loud:

That’s right, kids: “Diversity Milk.”