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IT IS NOW TIME TO POKE THE DOG IN THE EAR
There may be something mildly wrong with me.
I'm pretty sure normal people do not go off to take a shower, realize they wanted to paint their nails first, start doing that, stop midway through to make dinner, get distracted by a special on whether aliens helped build pyramids, and then suddenly realize it's almost two in the morning.
And then, instead of going and taking the damn shower already, instead I come back to tell the internet about it.
For what it's worth, while I like the idea of aliens showing up in historical times, I reckon that modern archaeologists do not give the builders enough credit. A bit of a What Ho Colonialist attitude, that. (Though it makes for great scifi.) I want to believe, but I need some airtight proof first. Riley, on the other hand, does not care, as long as I share the rice-crackers and stop curling up so my hair gets into her ear and tickles her.
To make this a somewhat slightly less useless post: I spent a decent length of time filling out my absentee ballot, today. I like doing absentee ballots because I always get bogged down on the justices and things, and I always forget that happens to me, so at home I can just search them and see what I find. I left a few things blank - having no idea whether an internal auditor should or should not be politically affected - and in one particular case when both choices sucked, I went for the write-in line and added: "NOBODY - BATMAN?"
Here's a thing about voting that bothers me. When you vote, you do it at a poll. A poll, in plural, becomes the polls. And yet: there's no official name for where the polls are. All my literature tells me about Your Polling Place, and/or Su Centro de Votación - reminding me to be sure I know where it is. We have names for every fiddly last bit of the democratic process, down to what you call the paper bits punched out of hole-punch ballots, and nobody's done better than "the polling place?"
The best thing about mail-in voting though is that it comes with a SECRECY SLEEVE. Which is ridiculous, but brilliant. I vote for Miss Scarlett in the library with the rope. Or Batman.
ps: very thankful October is almost over. You have no idea.
I'm pretty sure normal people do not go off to take a shower, realize they wanted to paint their nails first, start doing that, stop midway through to make dinner, get distracted by a special on whether aliens helped build pyramids, and then suddenly realize it's almost two in the morning.
And then, instead of going and taking the damn shower already, instead I come back to tell the internet about it.
For what it's worth, while I like the idea of aliens showing up in historical times, I reckon that modern archaeologists do not give the builders enough credit. A bit of a What Ho Colonialist attitude, that. (Though it makes for great scifi.) I want to believe, but I need some airtight proof first. Riley, on the other hand, does not care, as long as I share the rice-crackers and stop curling up so my hair gets into her ear and tickles her.
To make this a somewhat slightly less useless post: I spent a decent length of time filling out my absentee ballot, today. I like doing absentee ballots because I always get bogged down on the justices and things, and I always forget that happens to me, so at home I can just search them and see what I find. I left a few things blank - having no idea whether an internal auditor should or should not be politically affected - and in one particular case when both choices sucked, I went for the write-in line and added: "NOBODY - BATMAN?"
Here's a thing about voting that bothers me. When you vote, you do it at a poll. A poll, in plural, becomes the polls. And yet: there's no official name for where the polls are. All my literature tells me about Your Polling Place, and/or Su Centro de Votación - reminding me to be sure I know where it is. We have names for every fiddly last bit of the democratic process, down to what you call the paper bits punched out of hole-punch ballots, and nobody's done better than "the polling place?"
The best thing about mail-in voting though is that it comes with a SECRECY SLEEVE. Which is ridiculous, but brilliant. I vote for Miss Scarlett in the library with the rope. Or Batman.
ps: very thankful October is almost over. You have no idea.