Well-played, Sir. But I still won't vote for you.

John McCain's running mate is a chick! Raise your hand if you saw that coming. Quit lying! You didn't any more than I did. This is another example of excellent Republican smoke-screening. We were so busy bemoaning the idea of a Vice President T-Paw (I was anyway) or Romney or *shudder* Lieberman, we never even thought he'd chose anyone else. Of course, he didn't give us any indication he planned on taking this path so that might explain why we focused on those yahoos.

I'm not all that politically knowledgeable so maybe it makes sense that I've never heard of this woman before, but from the little I've skimmed from the headlines, nobody else really has either. Apparently, she's touted for not aborting her Down's syndrome baby which the Christian conservatives think means she deserves a medal. Except tons of other parents continue pregnancies where they KNOW the child may have a health issue, so that's not so special. Well, it's special I guess, but not THAT special. I guess I don't like the implication that she's "better" than parents who would chose otherwise. But I'm gonna drop that cuz I don't have kids and I have fortunately not had to make those kinds of choices.

It is clear (to me at least) what Grampa Mac (I knew he was old, but 72? Daaaa-ammn!) is doing here. He is attempting to woo those Hillary supporters still pissed about Obama's nomination and to steal some of Obama's historical thunder. He is telling the nation, "You can have the first (maybe-Muslim, scary) Black president or you can have the first female vice president." Or more simply put, "See! I can make history too!" I hope he makes history too. I hope he becomes the second presidential nominee with a female running mate to lose the election. Oh, it's on now, 'itches!

OBAMA '08!!!

Theeeeeey're Heeeeeere!!!

I am maybe possibly thinking about considering going to the Fair, but that's a lot to maybe possibly think about considering. I mean, if I did go, I'd have to go alone because I need the option of getting the hell outta Dodge at my own convenience. I can only stand to be around humans (especially DROVES of humans) for so long. But, alone is no fun because I like the Midway (of course, I like the idea of getting on rusty, rickety rides slapped up overnight; I'm a horror movie fan!) and it just looks a little sad (and creepy) to get on rides alone. That means I'd have to go with others (who aren't necessarily as enamored with the Midway as I), but then I'd be stuck following said-others into exhibits and things I have no desire to see. I don't care about pigs, chickens, horses, and cows or cheap all-you-can-drink milk or muscle cars and tanks or seed art or any of that hokum. I'm sure some of it is neat. Okay, seed art is neat, but I don't like the smell of poo, I'm lactose-intolerant, and I can't really drive. And what's with the Miracle of Birth center? Why is that necessary? If you're a farm kid, you've already seen it; if you're a city kid, you really don't want to. And still there are THE HUMANS! Ugh! People-watching only goes so far when it's a bunch of sun-burned, flip-flop-and-biker-shorts wearing yokels! I can see that at work! But to be stuck in the misted of THOUSANDS of them...jinkies! And it will be hot...I know it will be hot...it is always hot during the damn Fair...and worse, it will likely be humid because it also always rains for several days of the Fair). Eeek! I want to pass out just thinking about it. Oh, and And AND, it's expensive. At least $8 just to get in the door, then it $3.25 for a corn dog and I don't know how much for a porkchop-on-a-stick! Since I only maybe sorta was considering it, I haven't been saving money over the last few paychecks specifically for this event (I am however setting aside some pennies to drink with Saint Joye this weekend! Woohoo! Can't wait to see you, Girl!).

Um, so I probably won't go to the Fair again this year. My morning bus goes past there, so that's probably the closest I'll get. But, it was seriously maybe sorta thought about.

Mmmmm

Somebody has some type of curry for lunch which is smelling all sorts of good. I think I need to hit an Indian buffet and Sketchy that some time soon.

I'm short on Netflix because of their delivery kerfuffle, but I picked up my Wire on Wednesday so I'm sitting pretty for the weekend. I've also got the second Freaks & Geeks disc. I only Netflixed the show because of Ben Foster who is only in 2 episodes and does not look nearly as cute as he did in 3:10 to Yuma. However, I'm kinda into it and I kinda wanna see if that nurse from E.R. is gonna hook up with the guy from that Sara Marshall movie. I think they're kinda cute with their flirting and James Franco is kinda not worth it because he can't be that great if he's going out with a bitch like Busy Phillips (her character, I mean). You know what all that just made me think of? Lucas. Because remember how everyone was so mean to Lucas except Charlie Sheen who was going out with Allison from Melrose Place at first and you thought, "Dude, dump her hateful ass and get with Kerri Green!" Anyway, on the BF front, I'm also Netflixing Six Feet Under. I think I've run through everything else in his arsenal.

Screw you guys! I'm outta here!

Woohoo! My boss lady approved my vacation request for RNC week. I don't have to be anywhere near a Republican or a demonstrator! I'm doing my happy dance.

If I had some money and connections and weren't so lazy, I might take advantage of those 10 days off to actually DO something or GO somewhere. Instead, I'll likely spend the whole time on my couch watching court shows and eating bad food. I am maybe possibly thinking about considering going to the Fair, but that's a lot to maybe possibly think about considering. I mean, if I did go, I'd have to go alone because I need the option of getting the hell outta Dodge at my own convenience. Alone is no fun because I like the Midway and it just looks creepy (and a little sad) to get on rides alone. I could go with others, but then I'd be stuck following said-others into exhibits and things I have no desire to see. I don't care about pigs, chickens, horses, and cows or $50 all-you-can-drink milk or muscle cars and tanks or seed art or any of that hokum. I'm sure some of it is neat. Okay, seed art is neat, but I don't like the smell of poo, I'm lactose-intolerant, and I can't really drive. Also, THE HUMANS! Ugh! People watching only goes so far when it's a bunch of sun-burned, flip-flop wearing yokels! I can see that at work! But to be stuck in the misted of THOUSANDS of them (and it will be hot...I know it will be hot...it is always hot during the damn Fair...and worse, it will likely be humid because it also always rains for several days of the Fair). Eeek! I want to pass out just thinking about it.

Um, so I probably won't go to the Fair again this year. But, okay maybe.

Maybe I'll finally clean clean clean my apartment. It needs it bad. I don't remember the last time I ran the vacuum in there. My kitchen floor looks like an old wedding dress (meaning it is no longer white). I can't even fall asleep on my couch because 2/3 of it is covered in junk mail. I am kinda of a hoarder. I fear that I will be one of those people they have to tear a wall down to get from her house when I die. I just don't throw away or recycle stuff even when I know I should. I get all these credit card things and I am all paranoid about identity theft that I put them near the shredder, but not actually through it. None of it is organized. My yarn is sorta organized because it's all in one corner, but it's kind of exploding all over my floor. And then there are the clothes. I so wish I had a car because I would totally just pack it all up and go to the local laudromat and do it all there.

Enough bitching. I'm gonna get back to work.

Oh, yeah. I haven't mentioned him in a while but the bus crush is still there. He had some very strange hair action going on for quite a while where he let it get real long (but not hang-y long, just bushed-out long). I wasn't feeling it, but he's since buzzed it which looks good, however, he also has this ugly cop 'stache that is not attractive. I want it gone. He also changed shoes for a while. He usually wears those slip-on athletic shoes (I can't really explain), but for a good chunk he was wearing actually white sneakers which looked really goofy with his standard uniform of gray shirt and olive pants. I wonder where the hell he works and how much of a nutburger his coworkers must think he is.

Overheard in Minnesota

My 80-year-old co-worker to someone calling in for record information:

(in calm no nonsense voice) "Don't start yelling at me or I'll hang up on you."

He is so much the awesome.

Still not time to go yet

It is only 9:30 and I'm re'd to go. I'm leaving early because...well, because I can. It's slow anyway, which is why I'm blogging right now. I've also decided that I will be taking the week of the RNC off because...well, also because I can and I have no desire to deal with any of the bullshit that will be associated with it.

Nothing new is going on with me. I am still working too much and making too little. Today is payday at both jobs and both checks are already spent spent spent. I haven't even bought groceries in forever. Not that I really need to since I have a shit-ton of pasta to eat, except one gets tired of pasta pretty quickly which is when she switch to rice. How does a poor person on a low-carb diet survive?

In the good news department, season 5 of The Wire will be out on DVD later this month. Yippie! I deliberately avoided reading the TWoP recaps because I didn't want to be spoiled. Of course, I know some of what happens (OMAR!), but not enough that it will destroy the season for me. That will be $14 well spent. So excited!

What else? Ummmmm, I'm working on a stocking cap. It'll be cute. Can't decide if I'll keep it for myself or give it to one of my Babies. I'm such a terrible auntie. I haven't mailed Lisa's and Kayla's presents and I don't even have anything made for Jess yet. Granted, I don't know her address since she is living in Milwaukee with SmokeB or whatever his name is. I really hope he's not an asshole to my niece and if he is, I really hope she's smart enough and confident enough to send his punk ass packing.

It's been two weeks and I'm still rocking the 'fro. It's here to stay for a while because I had some trauma after removing the cornrows last time. I found a significant patch of hair missing from my head. Only time will tell if it will come back. I really need a good deep conditioning and a trim. I can't remember the last time I got a hair cut. Perhaps if I got rid of the nest of split ends, I could get some growth going and cultivate the giant crop of Angela Davis-like naptural hair I so desire.