Congratulations to the BonBobs!

I am not in bandom, but I do enjoy the occasional picspam that flashes across my flist.

I dearly hope that your helpful ER visit is still being helpful, ita.

There was more, but my brain is a sieve.

Love the Obama pumpkins!!

Hee! To me, the whole pumpkin-movement is indicative of the positive direction that Obama's campaign as a whole has. It's happy-making and creative and gives me warm fuzzies.

Hee! To me, the whole pumpkin-movement is indicative of the positive direction that Obama's campaign as a whole has. It's happy-making and creative and gives me warm fuzzies.

Yup. For kicks, I googled McCain pumpkin images and got bupkis.He doesn't inspire, apparently.

Interesting article here about changing party identification. Basic thesis: the Dems have become the party of the economically dynamic parts of the country - the metropolitan centres - while the struggle towns of the Rust Belt and the Appalachians are becoming redder. [link]

ION, this site gives an interesting graphical representation of the changing state of the polls over the election campaign. [link] It uses the data from electoral-vote.com.

On a lighter note, a list of the five dumbest Presidential elections: [link]

He sat down so I could tell him what treatment regimen I was on, and it seemed important to him that I was being properly treated outside the ER as well as within.

And it worked. I'm home with no migraine, and I didn't have to fight anyone for meds while in the ER.

That sounds like a miracle, frankly.

Reading concert postings over coffee is better than the funny papers.

And juliana, thanks ever so for the castrati imagery. Poor wee Patrick—even though he sounds nothing like a castrato. In a music history class, we heard a really old recording of the last surviving castrato from the twenties and it was eeeeeeeerie.

And ita, that's so freakin' wonderful about the ER doc-- and such a shame that we should be so shocked by you receiving decent treatment.

I think ita should take that attending home and call him George.

Congrats to the bonBob's.

In a music history class, we heard a really old recording of the last surviving castrato from the twenties and it was eeeeeeeerie.

Oh yeah, I heard that, too. You may think that countertenors sound weird (Wisit off Top Design, I'm looking at you) but nothing to compare to an actual castrato.

Even with 8 hours of sleep, I was dead tired this morning, but I forced myself up. I think the hours or two I spend drifting and snoozing in bed on the weekends actually makes things worse.

I've decided to be at church this morning, but not "in church". I am hanging in the Children's Chapel, a small meditative room near the nursery through 'indergarten rooms. The service is played in here through speakers, but there is no one else and I can post, knit, and have coffee.