I can't write more than about 500 hundred words of fanfic unless I yell, "Oh come on, I can write better than that!" at least once. But then, not since Star Trek: Voyager have I stuck with a show that caused me to say it more than three times. Not that I'm watching The Dome.
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
So the NYC mayoral election will be between a guy who wants to send every kid in the city to pre-K, and a guy who thinks MTA trains should be allowed to run over kittens. This should be fun!
Getting stuck behind an idiot driver with political bumper stickers that are not only inaccurate but riddled with bad grammar and misplaced apostrophes makes me very mean in my head.
Yesterday was only the third most humiliating day in Anthony Weiner’s life: [link]
My poor mother was in labor with me when the Billie Jean King match was on. She didn't have a partner, and her father and brothers didn't want to take her to the hospital until the match was over!
I thought Joe Lhota was the kitten-killer!
Lhota won the Republican primary.
Ohhhh -- I forgot about Republicans and party primaries. I don't think we bother with that here.
(Edit: Literally, the Boston mayoral election has a preliminary vote, not a primary.)
So apparently my dad's office in DC is smack in the middle of three competing 9/11 rallies. (Million Muslim March, Million Christian March, and 2 Million Bikers to DC)
(I don't actually think 4 million people will be showing up, just enough to fuck up traffic for everyone.)
Happy Birthday Trudy!!