You know, in the beginning I thought "Hm. Big misstep choosing Palin." Because I think it was.

And as a sidenote? Bristol. Willow. Piper. You fail at naming your kids. Yuck.

I digress. I first thought it was a misstep. Now I think it was distasterous. If that moron-and-a-half gets elected with his lameass runningmate I'm out of this place. What a big tub of losers.

I hate Republicans and everything they stand for.

And HOW DARE they pretend to be pro-woman. Worthless pack of assholes.

You know what? You want four more fucking years of pathetic leadership? Sure. Elect McCain. He's done nothing and will do nothing.

I respect the fact that he was a POW. I do. My god, anyone willing to serve their country is just... beyond amazing.

But you know what? Not the only veteran out there. Stop flashing that as your calling card. In my limited experience people who served in the military don't constantly bring it up.

HATE HATE HATE.

Oh I am so angry. Fucking bastards.

McCain is NOT a reformer. He's the same old crap we've had for way too long. Worthless. And Palin is TACKY. Tacky and transparent.

Screw it. I'm heading over to St. Paul to bust some heads.

So. Right. I get that Comcast is the Evil Empire. No, totally. I'm there. I get it.

But I am apparently the one person in the world who has never had an issue with them. If I knew nothing about their record I would tell you that they're all a bunch of saints.

Take today. I called because I am finally—FINALLY!—done with my DVR box. I've been suffering through stilted TV for too long.

Of course now it's fine, which is annoying. But hopefully it'll go bad before the tech dude shows up.

So I got a woman who seemed sort of by-the-book, "Here's what you should try" "This is how some people fix their DVR".

Twenty minutes later and she's telling about her entire life. She was completely awesome. And apologized like eight times for how long I had to wait to get a person on the line.

So you know what? I love Comcast.

I was watching CNN and saw a clip from Sen. Obama talking to Anderson Cooper.

And I got it. I just got it.

Call it a moment of Zen.

Obama as president of the United States needs to happen. Really it just whacked me in the face. I mean, I was already voting for him, but this moment just really gobsmacked me.

The man should be our president.

Bush appears to be on Spring Break. Every time I see him I get this "Dude. Being President ruled. But I'm not running again. So let's party."

It's quite disconcerting.

I called complete bullshit on any stupid person that would claim that the RNC would be scaled back in St. Paul. Complete bullshit. I told every single person that there was no way they would pull out on such a grand scale for an event that's been in the planning for ages.

So I'll eat crow on that one. 'Cause shit is toned down. I was hoping for budding Republicans wandering the streets looking for cheap hookers and blow. I remain disappointed.

I'm thinking Gustav will die down and things will pick up in a few days. I'm still planning on heading over to St. Paul for the RNC. Right now the plan is Moscow on the Hill for some amazing Russian food. And from there we'll follow our nose toward the tear gas.

Just because the RNC is toned down doesn't mean the friggin' morons aren't out.

Someone felt the need to break out the windows of Macy's in downtown St. Paul.

What does that do? What does that prove? That you break shit when you're angry? Congratulations. You're ten.

Oh for gods sake.

Apparently the entire friggin' world is moving in to my apartment building this weekend. Another truck just pulled up.

So maybe the people I walked in on will be gone.

You want to hear that story? Great! It's not that bad of a repeat:

03.02.05

I'm waiting online for an email and bored. So I was trying to think up a rant.

Nothing.

I guess it's mainly because I'm home most of the day. All the wackiness is out in the big world.

I did notice something today. You see, I'm not one to meddle in the affairs of my neighbors. Mainly because they're probably not that interesting. But in a building with thin walls and my being located next to the stairwell, I tend to play "Who's that neighbor"

But the most amusing neighbor anecdote involves the laundry room in the basement. The hallway basement looks like a hospital. It's sort of creepy. And the laundry room is no better: gray, dingy, with a small washer and dryer that costs $5. Each.

I was waiting for a cycle to end and kind of surveying the surroundings, rather bored. And I noticed a mystery door next to the dryer. I figured it was another storage area. And who doesn't feel like wandering around a random storage area at 2 in the morning?

On a hunch, I grabbed my front door key, tried the lock, opened the door, and stepped in.

To someone's apartment.

Not only was it someone's apartment, but the TV was on, I could hear someone moving around, and there was a pot of food bubbling on the stove a few feet away from me.

So I did the only thing I could do: quickly and quietly closed the door, grabbed my clothes, and ran like hell.

Insomnia strikes again. The bastard.

It's 5:08 am and I can't sleep. I tried for a bit around 2:30 am but there's only so much staring at the ceiling one can do before it's time to change tactics.

I contemplated trying to give myself a concussion, but then realized that might not be the best plan. Because if I hit my head too hard it would be a few days before anyone found me. And Ramona isn't exactly my biggest fan. That cat would start to eat me even before I was dead.

Little vulture.

As the RNC looms on the horizon (or just over the horizon and to the right, if you look out my apartment window) there's all sorts of speculation on who will be McCain's runningmate.

I'm actually going to the RNC next week to watch the speeches. And by "going to the RNC" I mean going to a restaurant near the convention center. And by "watch the speeches" I mean watch the bedlam that will hopefully ensue. I'll be bringing a bandana along in case there's tear gas or I'm feeling particularly jaunty.

I'm not claiming to be obsessed with hot male actors lately, but I was watching The Cleaner tonight and the junkie of the week was Chris Camargo (of Dexter fame).

Woof.

Although maybe it's something about strung-out junkies.

My mom has been watching Eli Stone lately and was 1) shocked that Jonny Lee Miller was actually not American and B) surprised that I found him sexay.

So I tried explaining the whole Trainspotting and Sickboy thing. Didn't do much to help.

The only reason I actually tuned into The Cleaner anyway (I think it's a weak show overall) was because Nina from 24 was on it. I saw her on the preview and she still scares the crap out of me.