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Dear Yes-On-Prop-8...persons,

Trust me on this one. You really, really, really do not want to go here. You really, really do not want to make this retroactively apply to the existing marriages in California. You really, really don't, even if you think you do.

After all, what would happen if you did? Other than, of course, a massive overturning of, literally, centuries of US jurisprudence? What about if homosexuals in CA decided to argue the anti-sodomy laws that were used to harass them during the 1930s, 40s, 50s, 60s? After all, by today's standards, such discrimination is illegal - so obviously it was then, too. Or what if the people in CA who were affected by the McCarthy blacklist decided to seek reparations against the studios and other persons who participated in their blacklisting? I mean, the argument could be made that that qualifies as discrimination of protected classes; certainly, that would tear up the courts for some time to come to determine that political affiliation or suspected affiliation was not grounds for discrimination, and then there's grounds to argue that because political affiliation is protected, the blacklist is retroactively illegal.

I don't know, maybe the thought of tearing up thousands upon thousands of legal rulings in California is what you get your jollies off of, now that you can't worry that the fag in the corner is gonna ruin your marvellous marriage. As an aside, were I married to any of these...persons, you can guarantee that their fear of gays would be the reason our marriage failed.

And by the way, Ken Starr, I didn't like you before, and I like you even less now. You and Cheney need to be on the special boat to nowhere.

Seriously, though, this is a friendly warning. Don't go there; you won't like it when you do.

Love,
Me

Clearly, it's an election.

- I have been binge-eating and watching the MSNBC widget (this is what I get for having no cable and being basically, bitchy and in pain all fucking day - I am not watching on television) and if I eat this last fucking cupcake (why did I buy a fourpack of Cupcake Royale cupcakes? Do I WANT diabetes? Do I WANT to sweat when I take a bite of the frosting? (This, by the way, is no lie. I can handle the stump, but when my lips touch frosting now, I start sweating, and not in a good way.)) I will probably die.

Most parenthetical comments ever ftw!

- Earlier, I self-diagnosed with an impending UTI, and am overdosing on cranberry juice in an effort to be, you know, NOT declaring bankruptcy so I can get that taken care of, but now I'm not so sure that's actually the issue. Regardless, I have a quart of the shit to get through in the next two hours or so.

- Mint chocolate cupcake + cranberry juice = NASTIEST TASTE EVER. I am, basically, including every single thing I have ever put into my mouth in any way when I make that judgement. That includes but is not limited to: money, dirt, cat food, wet cat food (I was seven), something that probably should have been poisonous considering what it was made of (paint was a prime ingredient), something that WAS poisonous but fortunately only in relatively large quantities (plant life ftw!), bleu cheese, and circus peanuts. This is kind of like...god crapped in your mouth, smacked you across the face, and demanded that you stop your fucking crying 'cause he don't like fucking sissies.

I would continue with that scary, scary metaphor, but not even I am that mean. I think the next step would be he and Jesus gang-raping Santa, though, if you're curious.

- As totally predicted, I had no lines at all when I voted. I never have a line. However, I did, as per usual, manage to confuse the poll worker with my name. Because, see, let's say for the sake of my Google rating, that my name is Patricia Stephanie Rosenblum. (I don't know where that came from, but it clearly indicates that I am no longer allowed to select nom de plumes for myself.) For some reason, the poll worker always, ALWAYS, turns to the "P" section, despite the fact that I kind of think that Patricia is pretty obviously a FIRST name and Rosenblum is pretty obviously a LAST name. Additional irony here is that they take my name off of exactly the same card form that they're taking from EVERYONE ELSE EVER, and yet, they get my name backwards. WHY NOT. Normally, I gently say "Actually, my last name's Rosenblum," when I get tired of watching the poll worker flip around in the Ps looking for me and not, oddly enough, finding me. This is not always the same time that they start to get panicky that they can't find me, because I am in fact that mean.

This time, though. This was, indeed, a special election! It was SO special that the poll worker turned, on receipt of that statement, to the S section, because apparently I had said "Actually, my last name's Rosenblum. I MEAN IT'S STEPHANIE, WHAT THE FUCK AM I SAYING?" So that was fun.

But hey. I exercised my civic right/duty, and didn't even get a fucking sticker for it because I didn't realise that Babes in Toyland was giving away free vibrators. So now I'm annoyed.

- One person used the touchscreen machine while I was there. Does this mean that WA, too, will soon be subject to the machinations of Diebold?

- This would be a perfect time to watch Iron Man, which I bought the other day in a binge of consumerism (see also buying forty jillion cds) except it's still in the car for some reason and it would take actual excavation to get it out of there at this point. Like, for serious. Maybe I'll just watch gay Canadian junkie porn instead.

(This movie is also known as Twist. It's quite good. But it is a definition of genre film for me, and that genre is gay Canadian drug addict movies.)

The best part about McCain saying that Palin opposed her own party's candidate for governor and won is that it's really not that conclusive.

All three of the people running in the 2006 AK gubernatorial race were Republicans. There were no Democratic contenders. Out of that pool, the conclusion that may most easily be drawn is that a Republican was going to win. Also, that Murkowski was going to lose, since people in his party were running against him, but it's not as though she "took on" the incumbent and kicked his ass legitimately.

Also, watching Letterman bring his A-game against McCain is pretty awesome. But I really, really, really have NO FUCKING CLUE why McCain insists on banging on about Ayers when he's, you know, palling about with G. Gordon Liddy and Henry Kissinger, both very stand-up sorts of dudes who have never, ever, ever bombed uninvolved countries, or advocated assassination of American nationals, or committed crimes to - wait, what was the line about ACORN? Wasn't it "to undermine the fabric of democracy"?

Cause, you know, when I think patriotism and freedom, both Kissinger and Liddy leap instantly to mind.

Book stuff:
I have <10,000 words to go. I'm in the right place, with the right word count, and I think I'm actually going to make it out alive (and with a completed 190,000 word rough draft).

Hell, my main character may make it out alive! Right now, he's arguing with God, being driven by an archangel, and about to find out what happens when God and the Devil have an argument. (Answer: Fucked if I know yet.)

But I finally realised today that if I write 2K words a day, which is very doable, I could have the draft done within a week. Sort of creepy. And then I can start the circus book that I don't want to be about a circus!

Job stuff:
I don't know, but what worries me is that I'm not worrying. I mean, I should be freaking-the-fuck-out, given the collapse of the economy (side note: BofA is the devil) and all, and I have very few resumes out, but I have no real sense that I'm in trouble (and I'm not, yet, but that time is coming).

Weird.

Other stuff:
My apartment is fully clean for the first time in weeks, and all extraneous furniture is gone. That feels pretty cool too.

Election stuff:
Oh my gawd. I'm actually really having fun with this one, mostly because McCain and Palin seem to be specialising in Fucking Up Bigtime and I love it. I've got to get back into political ranting - there's just too much there to love.

McCain thinks the economy's great? Palin isn't qualified to lead HP - nor is McCain (according to that great judge of morality and skill, Carly Fiorina)? Obama and Biden grew a pair and started attacking the Reps for their shit about the economy? Palin isn't allowed to speak to the press without accompaniment after her fail at identifying the Bush Doctrine? McCain is looking as old, confused, and doddery as he is - and people are saying it? The only thing the Reps have to attack Biden on is that he's an old white dude, and the only thing they have to counter Obama's popularity is that hey, McCain's for change too, and is too totally a maverick, despite siding with Bush and only breaking with the party when it's going to be a complete clusterfuck for him? (See also: Role in the Keating Five Scandal, statement that Wall Street should be regulated.)

EVERY DAY IS LIKE CHRISTMAS.

I don't even have to continue to harp on the fact that I'm not convinced Trig isn't Bristol's kid! They just keep giving me more and more and more to work with! It's like a party! With gift bags!