Live-Blogging the Apathy [Bumped]
[posted by Callimachus (ADDED!--and reader_iam in our first joint post)]
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Well RiA and I were discussing this and we decided to make this the official site for live-blogging everything and anything in the next 24 hours that has nothing to do with the election. If you dragged yourself down to the polling place, did your duty, came home and took a hot shower but still can't lose that icky feeling, this is the place for you.
I'll kick it off: I just tuned in to Cartoon Network to get the latest, and Ash is using Geodude!
This just in: Looks like I'll be having noodles for dinner.
Over at Ravens 24x7, Tony is debating "Queen’s place in rock and roll history."
Timely words, dude!
This just in: Might not be noodles after all. Some sort of chicken parm with noodles. Sorry! Got to work on getting that right.
AP-Ipsos poll reports 54 percent of Americans prefer the T-paper to go on the roll overshot style. Margin of error 4.5 plus/minus, though, so nothing you can hang your hat on there.
Shocka!: Authorities spank newspaper over sex story.
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RIA here:
Dinner here was home-made soup from scratch, with mine own hands, by golly. But of course that couldn't just be, for goodness' sake: It ended up provoking that annoying thing, self-analysis. 'Cause I realized, for reasons I won't go into, that I somehow ALWAYS end up making homemade soup, from scratch, on election days and most other arguably political days. Typically, I ALSO make homemade bread (from scratch), but I can't see that happening within this 24-hour cycle, given the new job.
But who the heck knows? Habit (tradition?) yanks hard.
I like the quote that Terry Teachout chose for his almanac entry for today, Nov. 6 (I make that distinction only 'cause he's got tomorrow's up already):
I wonder about literate blogpeople who aren't even glancingly familiar with About Last Night--only because I don't understand why they're cheating themselves.
Oh, hell: I just realized that I never did confirm my hotel reservations for the convention I'm attending a few days hence. I may have screwed the pooch here and thus saddled myself with an unnecessary commute each morning.
Heh. Queen! I'll have to share your comment with DH, whom you know. Let's just SEE what he says about that ... after he gets off a late night night conference. Meanwhile, I think I'll dial up "Tie Your Mother Down" and ponder your premise.
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[C], 11/6, 11:01 p.m. eastern:
CNN is reporting Kanye West crashed the CMA awards ceremony and denounced it as a travasty because he didn't win one. UPDATE: That turns out to be a complete pile of bullshit.
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[R], 11/6, 10:38 p.m. central
For the heck of it, I googled "biggest bullshit in the world" and got this. Don't you just love the "Agents of Innocence" right there at top?
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[C], 11/6, 11:58 p.m. eastern
Could be the tipping point! There's a cool pic of a fast car here.
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[R], 11/6, 11:04 p.m. central
Meanwhile, I'm thinking, with a certain amount of prejudice (I admit it), about this: a robot controlled by cockroaches. The author appears proud to have made a presentation about it to a friend of Californor Governor Schwarzenegger.
And really, why not?
Entirely different topic: I know everyone else around here (meaning, where I live, in southeastern Iowa) is thrilled with the changeable weather and the fact that we're supposed to spike into the high '60s this week just days after a frost. THOSE people are clearly not dealing with the nexus between having a boiler dating back to 1915 and 46 odd-sized, old-fashioned, and therefore unsealed and unmodernized windows (well, hell, do YOU have a spare couple-score grand hangin' out there, just beggin' to be spent?).
Widow Weather: For crying out loud, make up your mind!
Wait. Whoops? Is that an un-PC phrase to use?
Thank goodness we're live-blogging the apathy just now.
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[R], 11/6, 11:04 p.m. central
Figures: Only lawyers and emcees insist on standing out.
Yo, folks: Look at me!
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[R], 11/7, 7:29 a.m. central
Everyone's a critic these day. Lately, our son has taken to criticizing cereal boxes. This morning, he said, "They really wasted their time on this one--that maze is too easy. In my opinion, it's too easy and I have right to say so!"
Well, who said you didn't? Though I must say, it seems weird to hear the word "right" come out of the mouth of a 6-year-old who can't read the word "responsibility" yet.
Anyway, he wants me to e-mail General Mills to tell them they need to come up with a better maze. I can tell right now, someday he'd going to one of those people obsessed with...well, I won't use the word, but you know what I mean.
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[R], 11/7, 8:50 a.m. central
I just got back from the school run. The past couple of days, we've had an extra "hitchhiker" or two, and my son-the-only has been thrilled. Today, there were groups of people at various corners in our fair city, waving signs, yelling and generally carrying on. The boys were nonplussed. "Are they crazy? Don't they know they could cause an accident?! What is wrong with them?"
"They're just obsessed, boys," I replied blithely. "Things should be back to normal tomorrow."
Heh.
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By the way, did you miss the fact that September was National Sewing Month? I sure did. Apparently, it is a highlightfor some people, though not for me, seriously one of the least talented people on the planet when it comes to this skill. Anyway, this quote jumped out at me: Too many people refer to sewing as a dying art. Nothing could make me more upset. Wow! Nothing?
I want that person's serene, trouble-free life when I grow up.
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[R], 11/7, 12:48 p.m. central
Did you know that Target is being sued under the ADA because its online store lacks specialized screen-reading technology and therefore, the National Federation of the Blind says, it is not fully accessible to blind people?
That's worth a whole separate post at some point, but meanwhile, you might want to take a look at the Web Accessibiliy Initiative website. (Note: The site's target audience is technical in nature--meaning, people like DH, not me!--but you'll get the general idea. I think.)
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[R], 11/7, 1:40 p.m. central
A fight broke out between teens and homeless people over a young woman's threatened suicide, resulting in eight arrests of participants and injuries for six of the 35 police officers required to break up the brawl. Meanwhile, other officers talked the would-be suicide off the roof.
Wow. Maybe those teen-agers would be better of spending their time obsessing about .... wel, you know. Anyway, thanks for the tip in comments, Icepick.
Speaking of "you know," I've been asked in comments about--sotto voce--a certain local race, and since it's not in the spirit of this thread, I decline to answer. HOWEVER, I do have to thank the inquirer for providing the link to this site, which is truly a hoot (well written, too!). I will further break the rules and outright cheat, even, just long enough to post this quote, from The Pirate Stand page of the site:
Note to commenter Paladin: You doubley (doubly?--neither looks right and I just don't feel like looking it up, so there) went out on a limb with your helpful suggestion given my bad pirattitude. Luckily for you, sir, your sense of humor--and that of James Hill!--has saved you from having to walk the plank.
LOL, darn it!
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[C], 11/7, 4:56 p.m. eastern
Both Keith Olbermann and Jon Stewart are reporting the numbers in my district are batshit crazy! When I moved to this town there were no coffee shops. Then in the early 90s five different coffee shops opened up within three blocks of each other. They all were good and they all drove each other out of business. Then there were none again.
But new ones eventually appeared, and now there's three in the downtown district, but two are literally right next door to each other. At one of them, I've ordered the same drink every single time I've been in there and been charged six different prices for it, I kid you not. The one next door is new. And big. And fancy. And I swear in a town where 25 percent of the population must have worked in a coffee shop at one time or another, they managed to staff it with 20 people who have never seen a Mr. Coffee machine before. It takes so long to make a goddamn double espresso they tell you to sit down at a table and they'll bring it to you when they finish.
The funny part is, it's across the street from the theater and thus is most likely to have a clientele that needs to get it and drink it fast before they dim the lights again to end the intermission.
Which leaves the third option. My favorite. They roast their own beans. They have the right kind of silly goth girls, gay boys, and silent, stunning model-types working the counter. There's always a meeting of the anarchist authors or the knitters guild going on somewhere.
And my affection was cemented by a story my wife told recently: She was in there one morning and a harried-looking guy came in and asked the girl (one of the silent model-types), "If I asked you to make a tall double frappuccino blah blah with blah blah ... would you know what I meant?"
See, the one thing this town doesn't have is a Starbucks. Thank the caffeinated gods for that. Starbucks is what it is: candy drinks with a splash of honest bean juice in it. But drinking Starbucks isn't drinking coffee, any more that Miller Lite is beer or McDonald's is beef. But a business tourist who stayed at a downtown hotel here would be baffled that he couldn't fill his boss's Starbucks request.
The girl at the counter just looked at him and said, "No."
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[C], 11/7, 5:06 p.m. eastern
MAJOR UPDATE! Things I said recently that I never would have dreamed I'd say:
"Now that the firemen have gone, I can take off my clothes again."
"Just Google pachysandra."
***
[C], 11/7, 5:16 p.m. eastern
HOT OFF LOCAL-ACCESS CABLE NEWS: One of Andrew Sullivan's correspondents asserts Olivia Newton-John has "something to contribute to our age." This is a gay thing, right? Or am I really missing a boat here?
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[C], 11/7, 5:41 p.m. eastern
THIS JUST IN! I'm watching the Nature Channel, and crayfish are fucking!
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[C], 11/7, 5:44 p.m. eastern
CLEAR THE DECKS! MASSIVE UPDATE!!! Britney files for divorce from K-Fed! So much for the theory that voters love gridlock. They seemed so perfect. Except they got it backwards: He should be driving drunk with the babies stuffed upside down in the carseat while she drops records.
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[C], 11/7, 6:06 p.m. eastern
TALK ABOUT SPLITTING THE TICKET!!! New York wants to let people change their genders on their birth certificatesm arbitrarily. You simply decide whether you're a guy or a girl.
Which only would bring New York in line with the media of America.
The WOAI story does use the word "sizable," which is great, but it doesn't address the first question I had: Would a man who legally becomes a woman be able to legally marry another man?
"Probably," says the International Herald-Trib, which also quotes someone with a more reasonable solution:
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[R], 11/7, 5:12 p.m. central
Close call! I just made a quick run to the local convenience shop and just about got completely wiped out by a city bus that whipped around a corner out of nowhere with no discernible sign of slowing. I was mostly occupied with sharply veering to the right WITHOUT hitting a couple of parked cards or spinning out into an interesection, but out of the corner of my eye I saw the word "Fast" blinking from the top front of the bus. (I assume the word "express" had to be part of the roll, but, as I say, I was a little busy.)
You know, truth in advertising is a fine concept and all that, but really--there's no need to get all literal about it.
***
[R], 11/7, 6:12 p.m. central
RESULTS IN! Of my spontaneous carnival, offering links, experiment. Not a single taker. Who says bloggers are, by nature, link whores? Or--and I grant you that this is more likely--it's just me. In any case, this means less work for me, always a good thing, I suppose.
Now, I'm going to offer something I would have included in a carnival post had he sent to me, but, alas, he didn't. He's lucking out anyway, not 'cause I like him and read him regularly (though that's true), but because he's coined a "sniglet" which I, in fact, think will be very useful indeed: HACKOPAUSE.
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[C], 11/7, 7:32 p.m. eastern
MACROCOSMIC MELTDOWN UPDATE !!!!!!! I have been gulping down hot coffee every day for so long I recently noticed that substances that are too hot for my fingers to touch without drawing back in pain are not too hot for me to put in my mouth. I've smelted my maxilo-facial tissue into asbestos.
***
[C], 11/7, 8:48 p.m. eastern
!!!!!!! Trickshot legends at Kuwaiti Demon. Good for America? Bad for America? We report, you decide.
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[C], 11/7, 9:17 p.m. eastern
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[C], 11/7, 9:23 p.m. eastern
MAJOR TV-WATCHING AND BLOGGING UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On the Weather Channel, they're doing a bang-up job of showing which parts of the country have gone rain tonight and which are holding to clear skies. And they're not afraid to make predictions!
***
[C], 11/7, 9:25 p.m. eastern
I'm going to be on TV in 5 minutes to talk about being a blogger and watching the election results on TV while I type my blog. Don't miss!
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[C], 11/7, 9:41 p.m. eastern
Amid all the hubub I haven't told you my choices today. I know you're all clinging to the edges of your recliners.
It was tough! The big choice came down to, whether to park the Prius on the left side of the street or the right side. Left side is going to get a municipal street-sweeping first thing tomorrow. So you get a ticket if you leave the car there. The ticket ladies used to follow the sweeper around and only ticket who was actually on the street when it passed. People used to listen for the thing, then go out and put their cars into the fresh-scrubbed spaces.
But since the Democrat mayor (ahem) took over, they now ticket your ass for the entire three-hour window, whether the sweeper has been or not.
On the right side, however, are a row of Bradford pear trees which this time of year are a roost for hundreds of grackles or blackbirds or some such things whose diet seems to consist of white epoxy and purple dye. Park your car there and it will look like it has ebola by tomorrow afternoon.
I hate this system. Why are there only two sides to the street?
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[C], 11/7, 11:55 p.m. eastern
bumped
Well RiA and I were discussing this and we decided to make this the official site for live-blogging everything and anything in the next 24 hours that has nothing to do with the election. If you dragged yourself down to the polling place, did your duty, came home and took a hot shower but still can't lose that icky feeling, this is the place for you.
I'll kick it off: I just tuned in to Cartoon Network to get the latest, and Ash is using Geodude!
This just in: Looks like I'll be having noodles for dinner.
Over at Ravens 24x7, Tony is debating "Queen’s place in rock and roll history."
For my money Queen is one of the best if not the best live rock and roll band of all time. But their studio work in my opinion is lacking for a band of their stature. Sure they have a few great songs but that’s the problem for me…there’s only a few.
Timely words, dude!
This just in: Might not be noodles after all. Some sort of chicken parm with noodles. Sorry! Got to work on getting that right.
AP-Ipsos poll reports 54 percent of Americans prefer the T-paper to go on the roll overshot style. Margin of error 4.5 plus/minus, though, so nothing you can hang your hat on there.
Shocka!: Authorities spank newspaper over sex story.
***
RIA here:
Dinner here was home-made soup from scratch, with mine own hands, by golly. But of course that couldn't just be, for goodness' sake: It ended up provoking that annoying thing, self-analysis. 'Cause I realized, for reasons I won't go into, that I somehow ALWAYS end up making homemade soup, from scratch, on election days and most other arguably political days. Typically, I ALSO make homemade bread (from scratch), but I can't see that happening within this 24-hour cycle, given the new job.
But who the heck knows? Habit (tradition?) yanks hard.
I like the quote that Terry Teachout chose for his almanac entry for today, Nov. 6 (I make that distinction only 'cause he's got tomorrow's up already):
"In a rain forest in Borneo the realities are so different. The popular cause is simply life and the reigning prejudice is death. Words are dust and without them we shall probably all find out what kind of men we are."
Gordon Forbes, Goodbye to Some
I wonder about literate blogpeople who aren't even glancingly familiar with About Last Night--only because I don't understand why they're cheating themselves.
Oh, hell: I just realized that I never did confirm my hotel reservations for the convention I'm attending a few days hence. I may have screwed the pooch here and thus saddled myself with an unnecessary commute each morning.
Heh. Queen! I'll have to share your comment with DH, whom you know. Let's just SEE what he says about that ... after he gets off a late night night conference. Meanwhile, I think I'll dial up "Tie Your Mother Down" and ponder your premise.
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[C], 11/6, 11:01 p.m. eastern:
CNN is reporting Kanye West crashed the CMA awards ceremony and denounced it as a travasty because he didn't win one. UPDATE: That turns out to be a complete pile of bullshit.
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[R], 11/6, 10:38 p.m. central
For the heck of it, I googled "biggest bullshit in the world" and got this. Don't you just love the "Agents of Innocence" right there at top?
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[C], 11/6, 11:58 p.m. eastern
Could be the tipping point! There's a cool pic of a fast car here.
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[R], 11/6, 11:04 p.m. central
Meanwhile, I'm thinking, with a certain amount of prejudice (I admit it), about this: a robot controlled by cockroaches. The author appears proud to have made a presentation about it to a friend of Californor Governor Schwarzenegger.
And really, why not?
Entirely different topic: I know everyone else around here (meaning, where I live, in southeastern Iowa) is thrilled with the changeable weather and the fact that we're supposed to spike into the high '60s this week just days after a frost. THOSE people are clearly not dealing with the nexus between having a boiler dating back to 1915 and 46 odd-sized, old-fashioned, and therefore unsealed and unmodernized windows (well, hell, do YOU have a spare couple-score grand hangin' out there, just beggin' to be spent?).
Widow Weather: For crying out loud, make up your mind!
Wait. Whoops? Is that an un-PC phrase to use?
Thank goodness we're live-blogging the apathy just now.
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[R], 11/6, 11:04 p.m. central
Figures: Only lawyers and emcees insist on standing out.
Yo, folks: Look at me!
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[R], 11/7, 7:29 a.m. central
Everyone's a critic these day. Lately, our son has taken to criticizing cereal boxes. This morning, he said, "They really wasted their time on this one--that maze is too easy. In my opinion, it's too easy and I have right to say so!"
Well, who said you didn't? Though I must say, it seems weird to hear the word "right" come out of the mouth of a 6-year-old who can't read the word "responsibility" yet.
Anyway, he wants me to e-mail General Mills to tell them they need to come up with a better maze. I can tell right now, someday he'd going to one of those people obsessed with...well, I won't use the word, but you know what I mean.
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[R], 11/7, 8:50 a.m. central
I just got back from the school run. The past couple of days, we've had an extra "hitchhiker" or two, and my son-the-only has been thrilled. Today, there were groups of people at various corners in our fair city, waving signs, yelling and generally carrying on. The boys were nonplussed. "Are they crazy? Don't they know they could cause an accident?! What is wrong with them?"
"They're just obsessed, boys," I replied blithely. "Things should be back to normal tomorrow."
Heh.
---
By the way, did you miss the fact that September was National Sewing Month? I sure did. Apparently, it is a highlightfor some people, though not for me, seriously one of the least talented people on the planet when it comes to this skill. Anyway, this quote jumped out at me: Too many people refer to sewing as a dying art. Nothing could make me more upset. Wow! Nothing?
I want that person's serene, trouble-free life when I grow up.
***
[R], 11/7, 12:48 p.m. central
Did you know that Target is being sued under the ADA because its online store lacks specialized screen-reading technology and therefore, the National Federation of the Blind says, it is not fully accessible to blind people?
That's worth a whole separate post at some point, but meanwhile, you might want to take a look at the Web Accessibiliy Initiative website. (Note: The site's target audience is technical in nature--meaning, people like DH, not me!--but you'll get the general idea. I think.)
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[R], 11/7, 1:40 p.m. central
A fight broke out between teens and homeless people over a young woman's threatened suicide, resulting in eight arrests of participants and injuries for six of the 35 police officers required to break up the brawl. Meanwhile, other officers talked the would-be suicide off the roof.
Wow. Maybe those teen-agers would be better of spending their time obsessing about .... wel, you know. Anyway, thanks for the tip in comments, Icepick.
Speaking of "you know," I've been asked in comments about--sotto voce--a certain local race, and since it's not in the spirit of this thread, I decline to answer. HOWEVER, I do have to thank the inquirer for providing the link to this site, which is truly a hoot (well written, too!). I will further break the rules and outright cheat, even, just long enough to post this quote, from The Pirate Stand page of the site:
Every day I fight the urge to drink, debauch women out of wed-lock and beat people on the street. One urge I do not have is to sell myself to the highest bidder.
...
I would have your wife right in front of you. I would smoke the last of your glaucoma medication. Then I will surely drink your liquor cabinet dry. However, know this my friend. I will never break an oath to uphold the public trust. My affidavit will be signed in my own blood. A Pirates crimson mark, with real binding effects into my after life. Laugh if you will then ask yourself if you could do it.
Note to commenter Paladin: You doubley (doubly?--neither looks right and I just don't feel like looking it up, so there) went out on a limb with your helpful suggestion given my bad pirattitude. Luckily for you, sir, your sense of humor--and that of James Hill!--has saved you from having to walk the plank.
LOL, darn it!
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[C], 11/7, 4:56 p.m. eastern
Both Keith Olbermann and Jon Stewart are reporting the numbers in my district are batshit crazy! When I moved to this town there were no coffee shops. Then in the early 90s five different coffee shops opened up within three blocks of each other. They all were good and they all drove each other out of business. Then there were none again.
But new ones eventually appeared, and now there's three in the downtown district, but two are literally right next door to each other. At one of them, I've ordered the same drink every single time I've been in there and been charged six different prices for it, I kid you not. The one next door is new. And big. And fancy. And I swear in a town where 25 percent of the population must have worked in a coffee shop at one time or another, they managed to staff it with 20 people who have never seen a Mr. Coffee machine before. It takes so long to make a goddamn double espresso they tell you to sit down at a table and they'll bring it to you when they finish.
The funny part is, it's across the street from the theater and thus is most likely to have a clientele that needs to get it and drink it fast before they dim the lights again to end the intermission.
Which leaves the third option. My favorite. They roast their own beans. They have the right kind of silly goth girls, gay boys, and silent, stunning model-types working the counter. There's always a meeting of the anarchist authors or the knitters guild going on somewhere.
And my affection was cemented by a story my wife told recently: She was in there one morning and a harried-looking guy came in and asked the girl (one of the silent model-types), "If I asked you to make a tall double frappuccino blah blah with blah blah ... would you know what I meant?"
See, the one thing this town doesn't have is a Starbucks. Thank the caffeinated gods for that. Starbucks is what it is: candy drinks with a splash of honest bean juice in it. But drinking Starbucks isn't drinking coffee, any more that Miller Lite is beer or McDonald's is beef. But a business tourist who stayed at a downtown hotel here would be baffled that he couldn't fill his boss's Starbucks request.
The girl at the counter just looked at him and said, "No."
***
[C], 11/7, 5:06 p.m. eastern
MAJOR UPDATE! Things I said recently that I never would have dreamed I'd say:
"Now that the firemen have gone, I can take off my clothes again."
"Just Google pachysandra."
***
[C], 11/7, 5:16 p.m. eastern
HOT OFF LOCAL-ACCESS CABLE NEWS: One of Andrew Sullivan's correspondents asserts Olivia Newton-John has "something to contribute to our age." This is a gay thing, right? Or am I really missing a boat here?
***
[C], 11/7, 5:41 p.m. eastern
THIS JUST IN! I'm watching the Nature Channel, and crayfish are fucking!
***
[C], 11/7, 5:44 p.m. eastern
CLEAR THE DECKS! MASSIVE UPDATE!!! Britney files for divorce from K-Fed! So much for the theory that voters love gridlock. They seemed so perfect. Except they got it backwards: He should be driving drunk with the babies stuffed upside down in the carseat while she drops records.
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[C], 11/7, 6:06 p.m. eastern
TALK ABOUT SPLITTING THE TICKET!!! New York wants to let people change their genders on their birth certificatesm arbitrarily. You simply decide whether you're a guy or a girl.
The city wants to make it easier for transgender New Yorkers to switch the sex listed on their birth certificate even without undergoing sex-change surgery, putting the city at the forefront of efforts to redefine gender.
Under present city rules, only people who can show proof of surgery qualify for getting a revised birth certificate. Even then, the only change made is the elimination of any reference to gender on the document.
Which only would bring New York in line with the media of America.
The WOAI story does use the word "sizable," which is great, but it doesn't address the first question I had: Would a man who legally becomes a woman be able to legally marry another man?
"Probably," says the International Herald-Trib, which also quotes someone with a more reasonable solution:
"They should not change the sex at birth, which is a factual record," said Arthur Zitrin, a New York psychiatrist who was on the panel of transgender experts convened by the city. "If they wanted to change the gender for all the compelling reasons that they've given, it should be done perhaps with an asterisk."
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[R], 11/7, 5:12 p.m. central
Close call! I just made a quick run to the local convenience shop and just about got completely wiped out by a city bus that whipped around a corner out of nowhere with no discernible sign of slowing. I was mostly occupied with sharply veering to the right WITHOUT hitting a couple of parked cards or spinning out into an interesection, but out of the corner of my eye I saw the word "Fast" blinking from the top front of the bus. (I assume the word "express" had to be part of the roll, but, as I say, I was a little busy.)
You know, truth in advertising is a fine concept and all that, but really--there's no need to get all literal about it.
***
[R], 11/7, 6:12 p.m. central
RESULTS IN! Of my spontaneous carnival, offering links, experiment. Not a single taker. Who says bloggers are, by nature, link whores? Or--and I grant you that this is more likely--it's just me. In any case, this means less work for me, always a good thing, I suppose.
Now, I'm going to offer something I would have included in a carnival post had he sent to me, but, alas, he didn't. He's lucking out anyway, not 'cause I like him and read him regularly (though that's true), but because he's coined a "sniglet" which I, in fact, think will be very useful indeed: HACKOPAUSE.
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[C], 11/7, 7:32 p.m. eastern
MACROCOSMIC MELTDOWN UPDATE !!!!!!! I have been gulping down hot coffee every day for so long I recently noticed that substances that are too hot for my fingers to touch without drawing back in pain are not too hot for me to put in my mouth. I've smelted my maxilo-facial tissue into asbestos.
***
[C], 11/7, 8:48 p.m. eastern
!!!!!!! Trickshot legends at Kuwaiti Demon. Good for America? Bad for America? We report, you decide.
***
[C], 11/7, 9:17 p.m. eastern
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[C], 11/7, 9:23 p.m. eastern
MAJOR TV-WATCHING AND BLOGGING UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! On the Weather Channel, they're doing a bang-up job of showing which parts of the country have gone rain tonight and which are holding to clear skies. And they're not afraid to make predictions!
***
[C], 11/7, 9:25 p.m. eastern
I'm going to be on TV in 5 minutes to talk about being a blogger and watching the election results on TV while I type my blog. Don't miss!
***
[C], 11/7, 9:41 p.m. eastern
Amid all the hubub I haven't told you my choices today. I know you're all clinging to the edges of your recliners.
It was tough! The big choice came down to, whether to park the Prius on the left side of the street or the right side. Left side is going to get a municipal street-sweeping first thing tomorrow. So you get a ticket if you leave the car there. The ticket ladies used to follow the sweeper around and only ticket who was actually on the street when it passed. People used to listen for the thing, then go out and put their cars into the fresh-scrubbed spaces.
But since the Democrat mayor (ahem) took over, they now ticket your ass for the entire three-hour window, whether the sweeper has been or not.
On the right side, however, are a row of Bradford pear trees which this time of year are a roost for hundreds of grackles or blackbirds or some such things whose diet seems to consist of white epoxy and purple dye. Park your car there and it will look like it has ebola by tomorrow afternoon.
I hate this system. Why are there only two sides to the street?
***
[C], 11/7, 11:55 p.m. eastern
