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We hates waiting. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATES it.

I feel like I'm dangling on the cusp of way too much excitement.

Sarah is trekking her way across the country (currently asleep in the ever-thrilling Billings, Montana). We've been keeping in touch through the hilarity of cellular text messages. She should be here sometime on the 30th. Which is her birthday. And the first time I'll actually get to hang out with her on her birthday. And omg. I can't believe she's going to BE here. That she's going to LIVE here. Like, as in LIVE. As in not just a VISIT. Live HERE in not just the same time zone, but like 15 minutes away. Whenever we speak about this, I go completely shrill.

I need to make a set of keys for her and assemble a welcome basket. Must haves: laminated map of the city, a zagat guide, a local hiking guide if I can find a nice one. And I think I'm going to pick up some groceries for her. A starter grocery bag with wheat bread, orange juice, chocolate soy milk, nonfat milk, cereal and some fruit. And chocolate.

OMG OMG OMG Sarah! *dances!*

And then there's Greg. I miss him and his scrunchy face. He's due to come up the second weekend of October. Which is ten thousand years away. Waaaah! I'm also trying to lasso him into coming down the last weekend in October (twice! in one month! squeee!!) for a special Dudley Manlove Halloween show, where they play the Top Ten Worst Songs of All Time. I love DMQ. So. Very. Much. And I want Greg to share in the joy of them.

I've already informed Sarah that she will be coming with. Cause you know, she's going to live here. HERE!!

So you see. The fun? It's all there *points* Over there. I can see it. I can almost touch it (thanks to newfound stretchiness from yoga). But it's still over there. See?

*runs around*

blah to the world

Jeff sent me an article about the Pakistani woman who was sentenced to a gang-rape by her village because her brother allegedly had an affair with a woman from a neighboring village. Which, it turns out, was a bullshit charge. I remember reading about this case a year or so ago. It was interesting to see a follow-up. It makes me homicidal.

Greg was telling me the other night about how people in Florida, so grateful for federal aid, are interviewing that even though they disagree with the way Bush has done things and disagree with his policies, will vote for him to show their gratitude. The mind boggles.

I feel like the squirrel from The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe who loses its head: "He can't win! He can't win! He can't win!!" Speaking of which, can't wait for that movie to come out.

From nikkinewsnet:

On a lighter note, a survey reports that people watching the Daily Show scored higher on a political quiz than viewers of the Dave Letterman and Jay Leno show. You can even take the quiz yourself.

( My score and the quiz averages. )

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I've been very lax in my shell usage lately. I'd totally forgotten how much I love vi.

money meet mouth

I spend a lot of time bitching about Bush. About my fears that he'll be elected and what that'll mean for this country. But until I read desdenova's post about people just like me, I didn't really DO anything about it.

But, never let it be said that sense cannot be smacked into me. I donated what I could to ACT today and signed up to volunteer. I urge everyone who cares about this election to do the same.

Please, please, PLEASE. It doesn't take much money or much time. I've always been a card carrying liberal, but I've never felt so knotted up about the outcome of an election before. This is not about partisan loyalty. This is about a desire to rebuild this country and repair the damage Bush has done in the past four years. I'm not head over heels for Kerry, but as the slogan goes: ANYBODY BUT BUSH.

Or as a homemade bumper sticker I saw the other day read:

No Bush. Know Peace.

argh

Whoever told Quentin Tarantino that he could act, ought to be slapped.