errands, elections, and angelinas
Oct. 30th, 2004 08:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojIf I ever happen to say something like, "It's Saturday & it's raining - what better time to go run some errands down Bank St?" please shoot me. Or, better yet, please hand me a dull rusty spoon and tell me to try and make it go in one ear and out the other. Because that would be far more pleasant than sitting on Bank St. for a couple of hours listening to my wipers and trying to keep Justin entertained.
'kay?
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In other news, I think I will have to get myself the hell away from anything that has anything to do with the
I keep thinking of a fairly histrionic acquaintance of ours who used to claim that truly upsetting things made her "physically ill." Another acquaintance of ours remarked, after about the seventeenth declaration of physical illness, that the next time Candice said she felt physically ill he was going to puke on her himself.
And yet watching this train wreck in slow motion that is the US election, I sympathize with Candice. I do feel ill. And really, really sad. Preparing for the fallout when America gives the rest of the planet (and a sizable proportion of its own citizenry) the biggest Fuck You that has been heard in I don't know when... I don't know what to think. Except, atheist that I am, "God help us all."
Sites like this one give me a bit of hope (click on "Predicted Final Results") but it's rather a dim and forlorn one.
So. I'm not thinking about it, and will not listen to the radio, or look at online or offline polls, or read the papers, or read political lj entries, or watch TV - hell, I will not even use Heinz ketchup until the dust has settled. I just hope this time we don't have to wait till February while the abacuses (abaci?) are dug out and put to use in Florida again.
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On that note, I'm off to read about Transboundary Movement of Hazardous Waste while Chris puts the kids to bed. And then, after they're asleep, we're going to try to finish watching Taking Lives, with Angelina Jolie. Who, may I say, almost makes me understand half my f-list. If I went that way, I would so go her way ;)
If only I could watch more than five minutes of the movie (which is actually very good) without falling asleep. But alas, I am old and I suck.
'Night everybody!
'kay?
In other news, I think I will have to get myself the hell away from anything that has anything to do with the
I keep thinking of a fairly histrionic acquaintance of ours who used to claim that truly upsetting things made her "physically ill." Another acquaintance of ours remarked, after about the seventeenth declaration of physical illness, that the next time Candice said she felt physically ill he was going to puke on her himself.
And yet watching this train wreck in slow motion that is the US election, I sympathize with Candice. I do feel ill. And really, really sad. Preparing for the fallout when America gives the rest of the planet (and a sizable proportion of its own citizenry) the biggest Fuck You that has been heard in I don't know when... I don't know what to think. Except, atheist that I am, "God help us all."
Sites like this one give me a bit of hope (click on "Predicted Final Results") but it's rather a dim and forlorn one.
So. I'm not thinking about it, and will not listen to the radio, or look at online or offline polls, or read the papers, or read political lj entries, or watch TV - hell, I will not even use Heinz ketchup until the dust has settled. I just hope this time we don't have to wait till February while the abacuses (abaci?) are dug out and put to use in Florida again.
On that note, I'm off to read about Transboundary Movement of Hazardous Waste while Chris puts the kids to bed. And then, after they're asleep, we're going to try to finish watching Taking Lives, with Angelina Jolie. Who, may I say, almost makes me understand half my f-list. If I went that way, I would so go her way ;)
If only I could watch more than five minutes of the movie (which is actually very good) without falling asleep. But alas, I am old and I suck.
'Night everybody!
