Oh, sweet Jesus. I have to bring the banhammer of great fury to discussing this election with my father, who just told me "Nothing will make me vote for a female in my lifetime" and "You just like her because she's a female" and "I would never vote for her because of what her husband did with that slut."

NOPE DAD NOPE. Which is basically what I told him.

It makes me so sad that my father is such a goddamn misogynist. Jesus. (He did say he wouldn't vote for Trump either, so...yay?)

Thank god I watch most of my TV online or on DVD, I would shoot the TV if I had to watch Trump ads.

After today's Cincinnati Bell debacle and then getting the full force of my dad's woman-hating ways, I cannot dial down my raaaaaage right now.

I can't even make a rage cheese plate, because all we have is colby-jack and American.

Don't watch The Slow Way Home about student transportation to schools in the US vs Japan if you aren't in the mood to hate white people. Or maybe you should.It isn't so much the contrasts (it's a weird comparison, vastly different societies), it's just I'm hating just about every white parents' earnestly coded (racist) language. Because this is the reality I live in and I object to it. [link] I reject it. I'm not proud to say that I live in one of the rare neighborhoods that scores higher on diversity and lower poverty, because the rest of my city looks quite different. I am glad that I've been able to meet a variety of people of with experiences both similar and vastly different. Which was true in my apartment too, but beyond the neighbors lives, I wasn't invested in the community. I am here. This is ours. It's opened my eyes beyond the academic thinkpiece outrage to goddamnit, I'm gonna go do some shit.

I wasn't invested in the community. I am here. This is ours.

I get this. That's how I feel about my neighborhood.

I submitted a crapton of code today. And at the rate I'm working this week, I'm not gonna feel bad at all if I sneak away Friday to watch Captain America during work hours.

I can't even make a rage cheese plate, because all we have is colby-jack and American.

Man, I wish I could push some cheese through the intertubes, because this is eminently deserving of a rage cheese plate.

Maybe listen to "Wait For It" with the volume cranked? That's what I'm doing right now, AIFG!

And I'd add, I'm one of them.

And I'm itchy because, I dunno. Underarm razor burn, bad stroke causing road rash,allergic reaction to anti-p (I changed, seems to be helping, but I cannot not do anti-p), I dunno and it makes me pissy. Other random itchiness makes me think it's just me reacting to spring in tetchy areas.

I'm a barrel of laughs.

Actually, the house is blessedly quiet, so I can finish the work I needed the internet for earlier (I had to take a break to watch The Flash and then be subjected to my dad's horrifying use of "female" as a noun GODDAMN IT DAD).

But I have "Wait For It" in my head now.

I would like to make a rage cheese plate as well.

Don't feel well enough though. The story is in FB.

Clinton is going to clean the floor with Trump.

I intend to keep repeating this until the universe makes it so.

No way I will live through the summer without DVR. The volume of negative campaigning is going to be gruesome.