Spotted on FiveThirtyEight.com ...

Over in Indiana, PA and Northern Cambria, PA, volunteers fielded complaints of a massive wave of ugly robocalls both paid for by John McCain's campaign and those paid for by third parties. The third party call was interactive, and purported to be from Barack Obama himself. The call starts out reasonably, and then "Obama" asks what the listener thinks is the most important issue. Whatever the response, "Obama" then launches into a profane and crazed tirade using "n***er" and other shock language.

Oh, man, that means my grandparents are getting that call. *wince*

I had a great time last night. Well, until I got home and went to sleep and woke up three hours later with a horrible toothache that I practically took a handful of ibuprofen for. I wonder if I could call the dentist's office and be like, "Look, I know I don't have my appointment until Halloween, but my wisdom teeth really hurt and I was wondering if you could give me a prescription for something stronger for the pain." Hmm.

Also, I stopped at Wal-Mart and bought the first two Twilight books. I would have just borrowed them from the library, but I'm letting them piss me off to get me in the mood to write The Hollow Girl (since the Twitards haven't been providing us with much wank of late) and I wanted to be able to write bitchy things in the margins like, "Oh, for fuck's sake, what pretentious twit of a seventeen-year-old TALKS like this?!"

Oh, and now I'm losing my voice because I spent the entire night at the bar singing at the top of my lungs when everybody else was butchering karaoke.

Otis is sitting on me, staring and purring at the top of his lungs. Somebody's looking for attention.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Last night I figured I'd call Bryan while we were at the bar and see if he wanted to come down and join us. So I texted him.

Me: What are you doing?
Bryan: The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world.
(A few seconds later in another text ...)
Bryan: ... of warcraft.

It's called the History Channel. You should watch it. You learn stuff.

In a television appearance that outraged Democrats are already describing as Joseph McCarthy politics, Minnesota Rep. Michelle Bachmann claimed on Friday that Barack Obama and his wife Michelle held anti-American views and couldn't be trusted in the White House. She even called for the major newspapers of the country to investigate other members of Congress to "find out if they are pro-America or anti-America."

Oh, good! I less-than-three blatant McCarthyism!

(The great bit is that her Democratic opponent has had overwhelming contribution numbers since the Hardball segment in question aired. Good.)

Dentist time now, yes?

No, alas. *sigh*

So I found a dental cost calendar online and compared it with my benefits AND double-checked to make sure my last visit was like I remember where I said, "This wisdom tooth hurts," and they just yanked it then and there, which they did. And I can afford to get the two wisdom teeth I have left and the cavity on my left side filled, but I'm really worried I'm going to say I can have that much done and he'll say either, "Oh, that's too much to do right now," or, "Oh, but this cracked tooth is so much more important to fix!"

Which, yes, I'd love to get that one fixed but with my dental plan the other three teeth should cost about a hundred bucks and the cracked tooth at its cheapest is maybe about $350 all by itself. Unless I get it pulled, too, which ... no, thanks, I'll just wait and hope for more overtime and take more overtime then get the other one fixed.

I'm just hoping I'm not going to go in and be told I need four million other things done to my teeth. Not that I mind the dental work, just the money I don't have to pay for it all. Ugh.

Am trying to force my way through "Twilight" again.

I always forget how much I want to hit this girl with a shovel.

(I should point out that the worse it gets, the more inspiration I get for The Hollow Girl. "Oh, no, Mary is never allowed to sound THAT snide and self-important. I can think of at least three characters I can have smack her upside the head if she starts acting like that. *takes notes*")

Heeee.

You know who Obama reminds me of in these shots? Brad Pitt in Ocean's Eleven. How he was so busy he had to eat while he could so he's eating in, like, every scene? Yes, that. :)

Also, bunny ears! Heh.

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The boss on the other shift called and asked if I wanted to train for a different job at work. I put in an application to do it, I'm just hesitant because I'd have to switch over to the other shift. It's not exactly something I'm thrilled to do but it's not really anything I'd hate. At this point I'm mostly meh about the whole thing.

Urgh. I just wish I could find a job elsewhere, you know? There's another shipping clerk job I'm going to try for, I guess, just to see if I can get it this time. I'm realizing lately I have fonder memories of that DHL job than I thought I did.

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Reading Twilight is working like a charm for poking my muse. She's sitting in a corner of my brain grumbling, "Oh, for fuck's sake, I could do better than this." Then again, there's this:

(Me complaining to my brother about it)
Me: It's like she had a word-a-day calendar on her desk as she was writing it. "Oh, 'surreptitiously'! I can use that today!"
Bryan: Oh, I like syrup.
Me: I mean, for crying out loud ... wait, did you just say, "I like syrup"?
Bryan: ... a little, yeah.