I think—less than two weeks out from the presidential election, with more crap coming from the Rs than an entire industrial pig farm—we could use something inspirational for our Friday music. So let’s have Israel Kamakawiwoʻole’s stunning “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”.
You’re welcome
I really do not like waiting in line. Back when China sent two pandas to Los Angeles to celebrate the ’84 Olympics, a friend and I went to the zoo specifically to see pandas. But when we got there the line was past a marker that said, “At this point you are 4 hours to pandas”. I turned to my friend and said, “I would not wait four hours for the second coming of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
So I’ve been really stressing over voting. Fairfax County’s “satellite” early voting stations only are open from 1300-1900, which is not a schedule I appreciate. But not voting in this election is simply not an option.
So yesterday I pulled up my big-girl pants and went over to the station in the People’s Republic, getting there at 1230. The line was not terrifically long—maybe about 80-100 people. I was fully kitted out: voter registration card, passport, utility bill (remember—courtesy of Virginia DMV, I still do not have a local driver’s license), umbrella, book, water; it was like I was going camping.
In the end, it only took me about 40 minutes after the polls
opened. I cast my vote(s) and my ballot has been processed. I’d have waited
longer—whatever it takes—although, in retrospect, not having put on sun block
(it’s been a while since I’ve spent any time outside in mid-day) may have been
a mistake. Still worth it, though.
A while ago, I noticed that one of my, uh, suggestive IKEA candles was…well, is it guttering?
You know--the part where it starts wildly varying in its reach for the heavens; usually just before it goes out. The flame was just really flickering, which made the light behind the wax interesting. So, of course I’m sharing with you.
So, this had me laughing much of the afternoon.
There’s a thread on Twitter, in response to Ron Johnson, the moron representing Wisconsin in the Senate, going on Fox to claim (evidence-free) that there’s going to be child porn found on the hard drive that allegedly belonged to Hunter Biden. His disclaimer to avoid prosecution for libel was, “Well, the voters should know.”
A couple of samples:
But this one prompted me to reply:
“I feel like a La Romanée-Conti is the wrong wine to accompany a face-pizza. Which does tend to add a level of truth to your account. Ron seems like a wrong-wine kind of guy to me.”
But Rogue’s reply was what cracked me up:
I mean: yeah.
There's another thread going: which state has the worst Senators (and the best, but, really, no one cares about them)? Kentucky, with McConnell and Paul, was in a dead heat with Florida, with Rubio and Scott. But Florida's governor kind of tips the scales overall.
God
bless the Twitters-dot-com.
I first noticed Friday’s sunset because the sky of solid cloud to the South and East was suffused with pink, so I walked to the patio to check whether I was seeing things. No—all pale pink, kind of like a Tate painting.
But then, through the trees to the West, it was a glorious canvass of intense blues splotched with fiery pink-red-gold clouds, and I just stood there, taking it in. I didn’t even bother reaching for my camera; I just stood in that transition period and gave thanks for its beauty.
I still am today.
