Voting, Tesla, MySpace

[featherynscale]

Ahem. Vote, you bastards.

I did already this morning. triadruid and I went early early, to experience the joy of the confused elderly poll workers, avoid the touchscreen voting machine, and generally participate in the civic process in our usual rowdy but good-natured manner.

He sits down next to me at the table. I'm already filling out my ScanTron ballot. "What's the answer to Number 3?", he stage-whispers.
"Democrat," I hiss back. "Oh wait," I say, "I'm not supposed to say that, am I?".
"Stop intimidating other voters," he says.
"Are you intimidated by me?"
"Ummm... Yes!"

Also, we harrassed someone who was handing out No on 2 pamphlets too close to the door (in our estimation). So that's fun.

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And then, I come home, and I find that there's an opera about Nikola Tesla. How cool is that?
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And then, I'm looking for information on a DJ whose mix brandy22kc loaned me. He has a MySpace page. It is useless and poorly designed. I look at a few other MySpace pages, linked from his. They are useless, and also uniformly eye-searing. I'm messaging with Dan, Abbot of Lesbians, and I say "Breathes there a thing on this earth more useless than MySpace?" Almost immediately, he messages back, "Nope. I checked with Hampsterdance. They said MySpace blows." Soda, meet keyboard. Oh, you've met.

And now, to work!

Comments

[opaljax.livejournal.com]

I voted. And I took the Boy with me so that he could see how it was done. (and to let the elderly women gush over him) He even got a sticker. He was so proud. I would have taken the Girl as well, but she had to be at school.