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tviokh explains here why Bush has lost a vote this election. I want to print this out, hand it to people who say they're voting for Bush, and say, "Why?!"

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Well, I'm going to write all this weekend if it kills me, so I'm going to pick up a DVD at Suncoast and then bulk up on writer food so that I don't even have to leave the house. Why, oh, why, do I have to wait until Tuesday for The Day After Tomorrow DVD? *kicks something, wishes time travel were possible* Anybody got any DVD-buying suggestions?

Also, I have 1,761 songs on my iPod, and I'm not even finished uploading all my music. Jesus, I didn't even know I had this many CDs. *mind boggles*

*sigh* Is it wrong that I want to go to work today solely so that I can find every little thing TweedleBrainDead does wrong and yell at him for it? Yeah, didn't think so.

GIP!

Icon courtesy of xothe_last_kiss. *maniacal cackle*

So anyway, I called my mom today, and the first thing she told me was that her friend John passed away on Monday. That was a shock, because he was only 48, but he just came home after work and had a heart attack. I really need to send a card to his wife, because John was a geat guy. He loved to cook and especially bake, and the man made the best, biggest, tastiest cakes you've ever seen. See, now I have to go have some baked goods this weekend in his memory.

Then after that, I convinced her to go half in with me to buy my dad an iPod for Christmas, because this is the exact kind of toy he'd love to play with. Then she taunted me about trying to write two books by the end of the year. But it was nice, teasing taunting, so I let it slide.

In work-related news, the Grouch is setting off my gaydar, big time. I've never really wondered whether he was or not -- well, not until Lieutenant Asshat said something, and that's when my gaydar perked up. And what I started to notice was that he plays the pronoun game, where he sounds like he's in a relationship but he never says "she." It's not like I care so much, really, it's just making me seriously doubt the workings of my gaydar all over again. I'll be walking along, thinking I can tell gay from straight, and then the Grouch will say something, and suddenly it's high school again and I'm defending my high-school crush because, hey, straight guys can be female impersonators, too! (I believe at that time I was so dense I had my very own chemistry formula, but I never did find it.)

Today's DVD acquisitions: Galaxy Quest and Miracle Mile, which I believe brings my OMG-we're-all-going-to-die-screaming-with-Muppet-arms movie total to sixteen and my Stop-playing-with-nuclear-weapons! movie count to six.

I also hear the debate is going smashingly, and I mean that in the sense that someone's going to smash someone else in the head with a two-by-four before the night is over.

EDIT: I see Bush can't admit to three mistakes he's made during his presidency. Lovely. Exactly the candidate we need as our leader -- a man who can't admit he's wrong. (Damn it, I'm a former Catholic. A part of me that still remembers confession heard that and immediately thought, "Dude, you can't make it look like you didn't do anything wrong! Nobody will believe that! Quick, make some stuff up! Say you had impure thoughts about Tony Blair!")

DRINKING BUDDY OF EDIT: Can you tell I'm halfway through a Smirnoff yet? You can? Excellent. :)