An assortment of thoughts.

The midnight hour has passed. After taogrl and Babydoc left this evening, I ended up in a conversation with a friend on politics, business, capitalism. We were lamenting how mediocrity has polluted our highest levels.

There's much I want to write, but I must get to sleep, or I shall regret it later.

In a few days, we will know who our President shall be come January. It's no secret who I support. I will follow James Taylor's advice for the undecided voter: Examine the two candidates closely, and then pick the smart one.

It's fairly clear: Bush and his ilk have further damaged the relationship between Church and State, he's doing the best he can to screw up the environment (mainly because he doesn't care--when the rapture comes, no one else is going to use the planet, so wreck it all you want), and most importantly he's mislead our country into a useless conflict that taps our financial resources and threatens our security even more.

It's amazing. We're the most powerful nation in the world, and we can't apprehend a mastermind who just so happens to require dialysis frequently due to his kidney problems.

I think certain markets are shifting towards monopoly, and the very folks who are trying to suggest that Democrats are akin to communists are the very people who are allowing businesses to grow fatter, offering fewer choices to citizens.

If/when Kerry does win, we will have to remain vigilant, because I have a nagging suspicion in the back of my head that both Kerry and Bush have common friends. Paranoid, perhaps. But it is a comfort to know that Rumsfeld and Cheney won't be in power anymore. The creepy vibe you get from these guys isn't irrational; it's just a strong vibe.

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A new week begins.

You don't want to know how cute my cats were this morning when I woke up. No. No. No, you don't.

Okay, I'll tell you!

They were asleep with their heads together, their paws intertwined such that they almost formed a heart-shaped mass of cats.

Of course, my camera was in my purse, 20 feet away.

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It's funny how the brain works. I have a system at work that requires two passwords that are just pure numbers. One is 12 digits in length, the other is 15. The numbers do not possess any significance for me in order to remember them, yet I have them memorized.

But here's the trick, I couldn't tell you the password verbally, unless I'm typing it out. If my hands aren't dancing over the number pad, I'm not remembering that password.

Funny, that.

Fear, loathing, and loving it!

Thanks to scarcrest for passing this along.

This is a must read, folks. It's Dr. Hunter S. Thompson's thoughts on the election.

Of Judas Goats, Syphilis, Fun hogs and tourist tips for Houston

I do get a charge out of Hunter's writing.

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My, I don't know what the heck came over me, but after reading Hunter S. Thompson's commentary on the election, I was positively giddy. By the time I went to the gym, I was pumped full of energy. It was great.

My mind was full of thoughts popping like fireworks even after I pounded the treadmill and tossed some iron around.

It's precisely those moments when I transcend this material world and my physical body is left behind to wreck my car in some unique yet low-speed way. Okay, I don't really leave this world, but it sounded good at the time.

So anyway, I calmed myself down and drove home. Now I'm going to busy myself with some homework for my web development class.

Tomorrow night is the night we West-coasties lament. The election usually gets called by the time some of us are just finished voting. *sigh*

Perhaps tomorrow night I'll just go to the gym and head directly the "the Bar" and watch the rest of the returns with my little mits wrapped around an Imperial Stout. Hmmm.

My hearts go out to those who have to work the election. May adrenaline see you through!

New CoH character on Pinnacle

During some Justice Server sluggishness, I hopped over to Pinnacle to create a character inspired by the Dixie Chicks.

They said, "We've got to stop Mad Cowboy disease."

Or something like that.

So, I present to you, ladies and germs, the Mad Cowboy.