I'm looking over the League of Women Voters guide for Utah. The first state Constitutional amendment would remove the requirement that members of the Tax Commission be appointed from more than one political party. I see the problem immediately, the ruling party will pack the commission. The arguments are "Why restrict us from choosing the best people!" vs. "The best people are only from one party? We weren't born yesterday!" I figure when there are rebuttals to the rebuttals, somebody cares an awful lot about this, so I'd better care too.
Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I haven't even opened my voter information guide. Oh, look, there's a supplemental one, too. Sigh, there's stil time for me to figure that out.
Man, my allergies have gone into overdrive this afternoon! Claritin and Sudafed are not making a dent. I am sneezy, dopey, sleepy, and grumpy.
My next door neighbor offered my mom space in his smoker today, so we had ribs for dinner. Delish! But now I'm so full.
Trader joe's has a new Hatch chili salsa.
I picked up my CSA today, so I ate a giant fuck off salad for dinner. Now it's beer and hockey time.
I have tambourine elbow/shoulder/neck.
What does that mean?
Nic Brendon arrested.
Oh, as usual, dear. I'm watching his 17-year-younger self in "Welcome to the Hellmouth" on Pivot right now.
Which, NB arrest or tambourine maimage? If the latter, I spent the morning shaking a tambourine nonstop for the Balt Marathon(half and relays too) runners. I tried to switch hands but I suck at left handed tambourining. I've got weirdass aches all through my right armature. Better than numb but sore hands from clapping, but still.
Got more than a handful of runners come over and thwap it. Next year I will do signs. It was kind of awesome when I got a clue to shout DANCE IT OUT (I was within earshot of the speakers playing Good Morning Baltimore from Hairspray. On loop. For hours) and guess what? A lot of people would start dancing.
I'm not a runner, but I love cheering them. Those moments-when you get a weak grin, someone whacks your tambourine, the mouthed thank you to whatever you shouted, the pumped fists at mile 22/9, the held eye contact and a nod, watching someone clearly spent stand a little taller, step a little stronger, telling someone stopped with a cramp in front of you that there are gummibears and candy corn pumpkins at the light and water and Gatorade the block after and you've got to see the Eye of the Tiger guy in a mile, having them use your shoulder to straighten back up? And being there with the folks from my hood, including the senior residents, some in wheelchairs and walkers? (And on O2-'I think some of them need this more than I do.')
Why I love this city.