I wuz robbed! No stickers at my polling place. Is that even legal?

No. The only solution is an armed revolution of the masses.

Many years ago, I got an "I voted" sticker - I stuck it on my roomate's Cylon action figure. For many years the proud Cylon Centurian stood guard over our living room....

there are 10 are 12 ballot measures. or maybe 15. the eminent domain one is one of those that looks good , until you realizes the greater implications. and some are so complex that you can only guess what they mean. and some are stupid. over the years my favorite was the one that said that pet horses couldn't be sold to the meat industry.

Oh, I love David and Mary. And I hear that Top Chef interview is really good, but I do wish they had a transcript instead of just audio.

ION, my boss quit. Really happy for her, but no idea what the fuck is going to happen around here now.

but no idea what the fuck is going to happen around here now.

Like you did before!?

No lines, though, and shrift, they did not ask me for any ID. Which they're really not supposed to do anyway.

Awesomecakes, brenda.

And I just realized that my polling place is, like, around the corner from my apartment. Maybe a five minute walk, tops. Er. Guess I probably could have voted this morning had I actually been capable of thought.

I'm always out of the country when it comes time to vote. But it's nice to hear ya'll's stories of voting.

I didn't go in to "breakfast" temp today, and instead decided to take the day off. Accomplishments: sleeping until 1:30 in the afternoon; drinking a pot of coffee; making pad thai. Tomorrow I try the breakfast temp thing once more; methinks I'm being put aside for the time being. Frak.

I don't want to get spoiled for the Daily Show, so I'm not going to keep track of who's winning what except for Tennessee.

Point. But without our "Crusader for Truth and Logic," things can only get nuttier.

(Actually, that's another good example. Someone's title changed a while back, we used that new title in a document, and got all kinds of shit over it because it was apparently just an "internal title." The fuck? But it did spur us to come up with our own internal titles, like the above.)

what is the Breakfast Temp thing- you go in and wait to see if something happens?

I'm so excited to watch Jon and Stephen tonight. I probably should be more excited by democracy in action, but democracy isn't nearly as cute as fake pundits.

Yes, the Pacific octopus is a very clever beastie, but those schools of small, fast-breeding squid that get netted and chopped up for calamari? Not so much.

This makes me so happy. Giving up octopus was easy, I've missed the calamar.