Election day horror

So. What goodies will today bring, other than work? Oh, yeah. The end of those stupid campaign ads that annoy the fuzzy out of me. I don't mind the ones where the candidate says, "Vote for me and I'll do -this-, and change -that-. I believe -this- and a little of -that-, and I'm probably open to -these things-." I can handle a little mud slinging because it's bound to happen, and sometimes, [rarely but sometimes], the mudslinging brings out something useful that the other candidate wasn't so much trying to hide as hope you'll ignore. But I loathe the ads that have been playing incessantly on TV and flooding my mailbox all giving up on any pretense of issues, right or wrong, and are nothing but "vote for me because this person already in power says to, damn it." So just because they're friends with, or kiss someone else's ass, I should vote for them. No, I don't think so. Tell me what you're going to do with your power, not who probably got you this far and who you'll pal around with instead of doing the job you're elected to do. One Senate-hopeful has all but given up actually trying to say what he'll do and is instead shamelessly riding Bush's coat tails. Dude, no. If I was going to vote for you before, that would have killed it. I wasn't going to because I think he's a dick and am totally unsurprised about his love affair with our not so fair president, but hey.
Then there are the ads that just attack the opponent with nothing but, "Don't vote for him, he doesn't support -insert whoever is currently in power now-" Which for me is the biggest way of saying, "hey, vote for this guy!" And I don't like to do snap-judgment votes. I admit I don't spend hours pouring over the issues trying to figure out who I should vote for. I do try and pick up enough that my brain and conscious feel fine when I do vote. I'd like to think as I get older I'll actually be able to do more than skim various articles on whatever jackass has decided to lie to the masses this year, but for now I'll deal.

Which brings me to this: I don't think I have to encourage anyone on the f-list to vote. If you can, you probably will. I will say that I think it's kind of nutty to advise people who have no fucking clue about anything about any candidate to vote. It seems nuts. Do you really want to force a bunch of people who don't give a shit, who know less than I do, to go out and pick someone at random? Me, not so much. To each their own though.

So. Do I wake up at the ass-crack of dawn tomorrow to vote? I think I do. Now to find my identification so I can vote.

And finish Incubus Dreams sometime this week. Wheee!

perhaps salsa at midnight is a bad idea

Stuff for me to look up tomorrow when the library's stupid freakin' system might be working. [I now take back all good things I EVER said about their 'upgrade'... They promised me so much, and gave me so little. ;_;

Double Shot (Goldy Bear Culinary Mysteries) & Dead Man's Bones


melancholy_kat Best not let Princi, should she ever get her overly pale doll-arse here, ever see that stuff. She'd whine, she'd cry, and she'd call Cass over here so fast my head would spin completely off my neck. I think. For now, I'd do those things anyway. :p

Speaking of which, Cass was scared by Alice. She who willingly bought Living Dead Dolls, was scared of Alice. Dude, those LDD? Creeeeeepy. I kept them in their box [the one they were shipped in], under a pile of books, a towel and some other stuff just so I could forget their creeeeeepy-ness was in Bob's room. Now I'd have fashioned a coffin for them, thrown 'em in, locked 'em up with chains I'd pretend were silver and crosses from here to lord knows where [hello, Catholic children have numerous crosses if they've gone though confirmation and um... them other fun things.] and had an Anita moment.

Ick. I hate it when my right foot twitches all involuntarily like. Especially if the other foot is there and can feel how weird it is.

sigh. collllllld. should sleep so I can wake up for voting. come today, princi! though tomorrow works too, since it'll be a weird sleep day, I think.

dammit. now I want a Nero so I can buy her wigs and she can be my schizophrenic doll. mmm.

bad, impy. no cookie for you. no cookie!