sab

Yeah, okay, I can't keep my fat mouth shut. But there's so little in the blogosphere that I've seen in defense of Hillary and her candidacy -- I've joked that this must be what being a republican on LJ must feel like. So anyway, I can't complain about that and not do anything about it, but I will try my damndest to keep this brief and as uninflammatory as possible.

This is in response to txvoodoo's recent post about racism and sexism, and, before I start -- Lisa, I have nothing but the greatest respect for you, and I am all ABOUT people on LJ and everywhere expressing their opinions. What's more I'm glad that people are responding (80 comments and counting) and opening up discussion.

But anyway.

( what my father calls the I-don't-know-squared problem -- I don't know what I don't know )

Um, here's some articles:

LA Times Op-Ed on Obama's speech on race
The New Republic on race in this election
Howard Dean, briefly, on the campaigns.

Things I'm not working on right now, 19:37, 11/27/05:

1. WBC homework, times four. Functional slacker. (For Richard Linklater's "Slacker," see 'slacker (disambiguation)'). I'm on chapter headings and battle scenes, over here; character misbehaviour and want and need. This is USEFUL homework; if only I were a less disambiguous slacker.

2. The story where Ronon is an 18-year-old lazy-ass wisecracker in military school.
3. The story where Rodney is put on a forced exercise regiment and is super embarassed and doesn't tell anyone until John starts noticing Rodney's getting all cut and svelte, and Rodney's like, "it's probably a tapeworm, don't worry about it!"
4. The BUGMASTER.

Instead, I'm contemplating WORLDWIDE FANNISH REVOLUTION. So here's my question:

( fandom (disambiguation) )

I got a lot to say, and quite possibly a quiet day at work in which to say it. I'll just keep typing till a crisis hits.

They log my keystrokes here, but I don't care, my master's gone away. The _underscore's the new bullet point. Just ask _Nissan or _TBS.

_work: ( kiss my Democratic ass )

_television: NIM, yet

_politics: NIM, yet

Home in LA, and the cold's subsiding, though six hours on a plane upgraded me from "nearly better" to a vague "sickish" holding pattern. I need more zinc! Zinc, for the young lady in the raspberry polka-dot shoes!

My collection of post-election links range from the obvious ("Business is good, if you're a shrink in a Blue State", "De Nile's not just a river") to the parodic ("You have selflessly sacrificed your well-being and voted against your own economic interest," said Karl Rove to the Republican voters. "For this, we humbly thank you.").

Whether it's shell-shock or denial or sore-loserism or what (being too close to it, and not having the money to see my shrink this month, I'm unable to define my own set of cranky emotions), I'm also collecting the lefty articles on the (alleged) vote-count fraud in Florida and Ohio, to wit: "Bush's vote counts in Florida districts number double, or even triple, the number of registered Republicans in those districts", or the ongoing struggle for an Ohio recount: "Ohio Set to Reckon With Outstanding Ballots" (and it's more editorial brother, "Evidence Mounts That The Vote Was Hacked").

I'm not ready to whip out my "Grandma Didn't Vote Buchanan!" sign again just yet, but if you ask me if I feel it's beyond this administration to attempt a coup, the answer is, no way in hell. Which is to say, absolutely I feel this administration has so little respect for the American voter that, if it were indeed possible (with the system of checks and balances we have in place), to simply TELL the country that Bush won, some Republicans would not be above doing so. se_parsons and leadensky, I've been following both of your LJs and reading the links you're providing with as much non-partisan perspective as I can muster this week, so, anyway, I hope that higher minds and cooler heads than mine will continue to look into this matter, because I'd really like to know if I'm truly out of step with this country (as the pundits seem to be saying about Democrats) or if there's something more insidious at work.

In related news, Ashcroft resigned. Colin Powell may follow, also Rumsfeld. I feel a bit like Hawkeye and Trapper felt when Frank Burns put in for a transfer -- glad to be getting rid of 'em, but what if we wind up with someone worse?! Hawk and Trap proceeded to spray paint all the rocks by the M*A*S*H creek gold, hoping Frank's greed would keep him around. I haven't yet figured out how to translate that into practical purposes, but at the end of the day, I'm gonna miss Powell when he goes.

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On the day's agenda, in no particular order, take more Sudafed, eat a chocolate chip cookie, pick up _maayan at the hairdresser, call Shox back, watch M*A*S*H season 4, go to the bar and see my boys after a week of ennui-ish withdrawal, come back to the House for Wayward Uruk-Hai and eat my body weight in bagels.

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PLUS, my LJ userpics up and expired on me! C'est la vie, as Francoisette might say, ou est l'appareil-foto (as I butcher the language), and I'll just stick with good 'ol Frank Burns Eats Worms.

Tomorrow's Election Day and the day after tomorrow I'm flying to NY to celebrate my dad's 70th birthday. I'll be gone for a week, leaving the house to the wayward girls until I come back on the 8th to start fundraising for the inevitable recounts.

This city's abuzz with expectation, with rallies that preach to the choir, and it's fucking Christmas Eve in LA as we all rattle around waiting for the polls to open in, oh, eleven hours? There's not much left to do, not much left to say -- tonight was the DNC's pre-emptive pizza party because there's no more fundraising and no one left to call.

Yesterday I set out to find a place to watch the returns come in tomorrow, having a very rigid set of rules for the venue; I needed a place where I could smoke, where I could access the internet, where I'd be in a room of exclusively Kerry voters and a great big TV. The answer, of course, is thassalia's house, so Bron, Maayan, Shox and I are descending there at 8pm and plan on sticking around till T. and M. kick us out or we know who's president, whichever comes first. It's possible we'll be there till January.

Our rockstar lifestyle continues apace, though my energy's flagging as I'm called upon to be social too many nights out of the week, and I'm missing the internet, and with it runpunkrun more than ever. I actually took the night off, bailing on Maayan, Heidi and Chris at the movies to come to the Internet cafe instead, where I got a much-needed virtual hug from wearemany and am now sitting with my toes dangled in the World Wide Web, and, ahhh, the water's fine.

It's 2004 and my daddy's turning *70* -- this, if nothing else, is a reason to celebrate. I'm hoping we've got more reasons than that, but we'll see what's what on T's big-screen TV 24 hours from now. My sister spycookies turns 26 (!!) a couple days later, and we'll celebrate in NYC with the likes of boxmint (and furies? I will e-mail you both with details when I have them) et al on Saturday, and in there we're taking at least one roadtrip up to Northampton to see mom and dad's new house (move-in date's set for Jan. 19th, Inaugurations all around!) and mingle with the local hippies and queers. Mmmm.

Attention also to weaselchopsaw and the LA brigade -- it's sorlklewis's birthday on Wednesday, and I won't be here to show her a good time, so it's on you to party with the Kid till the lights go out in Georgia. Yes?

We had heaps of trick-or-treaters on H-day, three bags of fun-sized candy's worth, but no TP or eggs and no one stole my black cat, so all in all, a decent holiday.

I'll see you tomorrow, after we vote. qowf, I'm still at the same number and I'll be waiting for your call. Hug everyone for me.

Love,
Sab