Oh man, someone out there is playing dirty. I'm still getting robocalls. Listening to them tonight, @7:15, I get one from my House rep, saying something about how the polls are open until 8, that's there are calls going around to dems implying they don't need to vote, this is an attempt at voter disenfranchisement, etc. I'm like Wha? @7:20 I have a very weird vague message about "O'Malley and Obama have gotten the job done, everything is fine and all that's left to do is watch it on tv" with no identification or affiliation given. Pretty sure that's what prompted the earlier robocall. BAD FUCKING FORM. Jesus christ. I hate people.

I haven't gotten a single robocall this time around. Huh. I wonder if they figured out I'm not actually a Republican.

Of course, I also got NY voting materials, with my MA address on them...

Sorry to inturrupt election stuff, but Top Gun is on AMC y'all!

I don't want to watch returns but bob does. Stupid love! And only having one tv.

And now Jon is playing Frontier Psych for me.

We'll be watching returns, but right now my directivo is acting up. I suspect it's something about the 1,300 messages about how it hasn't been able to call home in all that time and is very lonely and wants to cry. I was deleting them regularly for about the first year, and then I kinda quit, and then the tivo started hanging up if I tried to go to the messages, and now I think it's eaten up all the tivo's brane.

So I'm running off last year's Blackhawks cup win to the other dvr (so I can have it forever and pets it and hugs it my precious) and then I'm about to nuke the tivo HD. With fingers crossed vehemently because of the whole, there is no more directivo despite years of promises, thing.

Anyway. Two more hours, and then an hour of reformatting, and then returns. Which is fine, because the polls here don't close for another couple of hours anyway.

And meanwhile, I'm folding newsletters, which is a perfect return-watching activity, because neither thing requires complete attention.

Something about elementary school gyms and cafs makes you revert a little bit. When the poll worker with the stickers asked who wanted one, the 4 of us all stuck our hands up all meMe!ME!...and uh, actually said that outloud. And then everyone stood there proudly like we were getting gold starts or something. It was cute.

So Rand Paul won in Kentucky. This may be a good thing, because it's going to be hard to hide what a looney tune he and his cohorts are. The rest of the country may just go, "That? The Tea Party supports that? Right, put the kiddies back in kindergarten, it's time for the adults to take over."

I can dream. But sometimes the worst thing that can happen to folks is that they get exactly what they want.

Loki is playing shoes and balls. That is, he's batting around a golfball sized superball and using my shoes strategically and as something to beat the hell out of as the ball rolls across the room. Between this and his walks and his diet rations, WHY IS HE SO FAT?!