09/23
At the urging of a friend, I just read this piece in the Op-Ed section of the New York Times. The premise is a little bit goofy, but the message is right on the money.
It’s time to go forth and kick a little ass, Senator, and Friday would be the day to do it. Get out there, call McCain and Palin’s schtick exactly what it is: a line of crap that reeks so bad that you’d have to have a dead skunk wrapped around your face to not be aware of their stink. When that debate rolls around, push him. Hit him hard every chance you get. And I’m not talking the soft gloves, the one where you’re vague or polite about it. It’s time to put on the brass knuckles and fuck his shit up. Tell McCain — to his face — that he’s full of crap, that he’s lying, that no matter how he tries to seize your message of change, that the bottom line is that he represents continued failed economic and military policies and that he has no place in this election. Hit him and hit him hard.
From day one, this has been your election to win, and right now McCain is outright lying, using deceit and fearmongering, to take it away from you. Are you going to stand for that shit?
Look, Senator, I’ve got your back. I’ve given you money, I’ve given you my voice, and I’ve given you what shreds of hope that I’ve had left after the previous eight years. I’ve been to your rallies here in the Twin Cities, and I’m ready to do whatever it takes to help you win in November. But the bottom line is, Senator, you need to stand up, dust yourself off, and kick his fucking ass.
Millions of us have your back. We know you can win this fight. You just have to start throwing punches.
09/17
As my workload at home and the office has increased, I have found myself gradually updating this page less and less. Hell, I’ve even gotten spotty with my Twitter updates.
So things that are worth noting:
- Kate and I are still very much in love and I can’t remember being more comfortable or happy to be with someone else. Last night, we decided to move in together, with a target date of December 1st. This means I’ll be paying double rent in December (the last month in my old place), but that’s a small price to pay. When we made the decision, I got butterflies in my stomach — nervous, excited, and happy, all at once. She’s the one. And I’ve never been more sure of anything.
- Swimming lessons are going…swimmingly. Okay, it might be a little too early for a pun like that, but tonight is the second of my fifteen lessons. By the end of this, I should be swimming on my own. I’m going to take further lessons to work on improving my stroke and efficiency, of course. For now, though, I am very excited. I’m doing something I’ve meant to do for a long time now, and hitting one of my New Year’s Resolutions (”take classes, learn more stuff”).
- I shelved my weird adventure novel in favor of a more obtuse idea, which is going to be more interesting to write. Indirect first contact with an alien species dubbed “the CEOs”, post-humans, and all sorts of other weirdness tied together. Should be a fun time.
- I have two simultaneous bike projects underway — a singlespeed 29′er mountain bike and (finally) my track bike. The MTB is the priority because over the winter, I’ll be able to use it. Both are going to go slowly, as when Kate and I move in, we’re going to need to buy stuff like more bookshelves, and one of those fancy-schmancy Sleep Number Bed Mattress Things.
- I’ve got an Ubuntu box on my desk now, running alongside the Mac. It’s working (more or less), but anyone who tells me that Linux is a desktop-ready solution for an operating system is going to get bitchslapped. Near future upgrades will include a new wifi card with a compatible chipset (so that I can get rid of the 50-foot ethernet cable running across the living room), and a second SATA drive with a WinXP Home install.
- Shut up! It’s so I can run productivity software. Like Civilization 3 and 4.
- In the same vein, I need to reorganize my LAN — no more DHCP. Going to have to assign IPs to the Mac, Linux/Winbox, Wii, PS3, and iPhone. (My network seems less crowded without the Vonage box between the Airport and Internet, and without the TiVo.)
- More later.
09/5
I call her the “warhamster” — she’s got the voice of a rodent and is a warmongering shithead. So “warhamster” seems to work.
This snotty little bitch derided Barack Obama for being a community organizer. There is an awesome retort on Time’s Swampland blog.
And there’s more over at Making Light.
Really, I’m just annoyed as fuck about the excited crowing of the local Republicans. They can’t even see past their own stupid allegiances and realize that voting for a McCain-Palin ticket is basically giving BushCo another four years, and that Palin, while she might be physically attractive, has all the hallmarks of douchebaggery that the guy in office currently has.
Seriously. The first Republican that starts talking smack to me is getting punched in the face. (Granted, I may only be taking that action in Imaginationland, but there will be teeth and blood everywhere. Everywhere, I tell you.)
Dan Bailey