In real life, when people start spouting the crazy most other people back away and they end up ranting to themselves. But with the layers of distance provided by letters to the editor or the internet, they can be heard and even have people attempt to engage them in conversation.
And on the Internet, you can't see the people backing away.
A couple of days ago the prices were back to higher in the city ($3.15 & up) and lower in the suburbs ($3.03 & up).
I'm looking over my sample ballot so I can do the early voting thing. There are 80+ judges! Yikes. And didn't we do Water Reclamation Commissioners during the primary election?
Here are some great photos from Obama's stop in Chester, PA, in the rain yesterday.
mac loves to say "Stop! Hammmer time"
Who doesn't?
I cannot believe I haven't posted this before! Taken in July, by my office, which is in a really snooty part of town (aka, a part of town where I would have bet good money they had never even heard of MC Hammer): [link]
That's awesome, Steph.
OK, this is so dorky, I can only share it with you people: So I'm listening to my favorite word-nerd podcast, and they have this word game segment, which this week is about words that you add "up" or "down" to to make different phrases. One of the answers was "get," and one of the hosts starts going, "Get up, get-get-get down, 9-1-1's a joke in your town." So of course the other people on the show were like, bzuh? And Grant was like, "It's Public Enemy..." Which just confirms why it's my favorite word-nerd podcast.
The end.
aurelia, Kathy posted a link a while back to a guide of some sort for the gazillion judges.
Here it is, aurelia (and all other Illinois voters out there!): [link]
I'm lucky when it comes to ballots. I'm actually in the town of Madison vs. the city, so my ballot is very short. I took one look and went straight Demcratic. We only had two ballot initiatives and they were no-brainers. I was in and out in less than 10 minutes.
Kathy, do we have any initiatives I should know about?
(What? We're not California.)
(What? We're not California.)
looks at PAGE-long election crib sheet, cries a little