the strange planet inside my head
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i have a day of writing planned (why yes, my tongue would be in my cheek) so i thought i'd warm up here.
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the sun is shining and it's supposed to get up to 60 today. Gem is out of town (still no definitive word on the new job -- she speaks to the head guy on monday) so i'm on deck, meaning i have to wear panties just in case i get called out.
hate it when that happens.
Miss Thang is on day shift so it's pretty much a done deal.
*sigh*
*addendum -- i was right. she just called me now, at 8AM, on my day off, for change.
do you need it right this second?
oh, no, it can wait until second shift, actually, i just wanted to let you know.
G, thanks.
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monday may also see an end to a long-standing problem i've had, but i will say no more right now. don't want to jinx it. but please, if you have any good vibes to spare, throw a little this way, if you could.
many thanks.
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in political news, Obama is facing some doody, isn't he? it's even a featured story in the Globe magazine, so you know it must be true.
regardless, the timing of all this is coinkydink, i'm sure.
*insert politically-tinged sarcasm at any point you deem necessary*
politically speaking, i'm agnostic. since my vote DOES NOT COUNT in the presidential election, i am totally disgusted by the entire political machine and think a boycott of the voting process would be an interesting social experiment. just...nobody vote. fuck 'em and their Electoral College and let them figure it out. let all the state representatives mill about like cattle, trying to figure out where they are and where they can go.
i think it would be fun.
but i digress.
this whole coke and blow job thing with Obama -- don't care. could actually hardly care less. (at this point, i'm beginning to believe there's not a politician on the planet that hasn't gotten a blow job from some strange, random guy. srsly. maybe it's a job hazard.) i look at it this way...say i need a plumber to jack mah pipes. he comes over, does his thing and gets my pipes running like new, i pay him, he leaves.
do i care he had his willie winkled last night by a total stranger of the same gender? hell no, why should i? he didn't ask me about my sexual habits, nor would i tell him (unless he were Brad Pitt in disguise, but again, i digress.)
he did his job, did it well, and what he did the night (or DECADE, jeezuz wept already) before is irrelevant to the job and none of my business.
the coke thing does worry me a little, but if that's such an issue, why doesn't he have a hair test? Gem had to have one to move ahead in her quest for a job. yes, an actual hair/drug test. if she has to go through that for a job, why not our politicians? that way, the truth is out. they can tell what you've done for seven years through a strand of hair.
or the polygraph test? there's a lot of jobs that require you to take one. if you choose to interview for that job, (much like politicians are 'interviewing' when they're campaigning) then you choose to participate in the screening process. if you've nothing to hide, what's the problem?
the problem is EVERYONE has a skeleton in their closet, yet we expect our politicians to be saints and hold them to a higher standard than i think is humanly possible. it's not like any of the great politicians of the past were scandal-free; the list is long and exhaustive if you wish to poke around. here are just a few. just for shits and giggles, here's a few more.
****
i can't help but think of these lyrics from Bob Dylan and a totally different time, and the Cynical Political Bitch is just laughing, laughing.
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.
lot of blowing in politics.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
i have a day of writing planned (why yes, my tongue would be in my cheek) so i thought i'd warm up here.
****
the sun is shining and it's supposed to get up to 60 today. Gem is out of town (still no definitive word on the new job -- she speaks to the head guy on monday) so i'm on deck, meaning i have to wear panties just in case i get called out.
hate it when that happens.
Miss Thang is on day shift so it's pretty much a done deal.
*sigh*
*addendum -- i was right. she just called me now, at 8AM, on my day off, for change.
do you need it right this second?
oh, no, it can wait until second shift, actually, i just wanted to let you know.
G, thanks.
****
monday may also see an end to a long-standing problem i've had, but i will say no more right now. don't want to jinx it. but please, if you have any good vibes to spare, throw a little this way, if you could.
many thanks.
****
in political news, Obama is facing some doody, isn't he? it's even a featured story in the Globe magazine, so you know it must be true.
regardless, the timing of all this is coinkydink, i'm sure.
*insert politically-tinged sarcasm at any point you deem necessary*
politically speaking, i'm agnostic. since my vote DOES NOT COUNT in the presidential election, i am totally disgusted by the entire political machine and think a boycott of the voting process would be an interesting social experiment. just...nobody vote. fuck 'em and their Electoral College and let them figure it out. let all the state representatives mill about like cattle, trying to figure out where they are and where they can go.
i think it would be fun.
but i digress.
this whole coke and blow job thing with Obama -- don't care. could actually hardly care less. (at this point, i'm beginning to believe there's not a politician on the planet that hasn't gotten a blow job from some strange, random guy. srsly. maybe it's a job hazard.) i look at it this way...say i need a plumber to jack mah pipes. he comes over, does his thing and gets my pipes running like new, i pay him, he leaves.
do i care he had his willie winkled last night by a total stranger of the same gender? hell no, why should i? he didn't ask me about my sexual habits, nor would i tell him (unless he were Brad Pitt in disguise, but again, i digress.)
he did his job, did it well, and what he did the night (or DECADE, jeezuz wept already) before is irrelevant to the job and none of my business.
the coke thing does worry me a little, but if that's such an issue, why doesn't he have a hair test? Gem had to have one to move ahead in her quest for a job. yes, an actual hair/drug test. if she has to go through that for a job, why not our politicians? that way, the truth is out. they can tell what you've done for seven years through a strand of hair.
or the polygraph test? there's a lot of jobs that require you to take one. if you choose to interview for that job, (much like politicians are 'interviewing' when they're campaigning) then you choose to participate in the screening process. if you've nothing to hide, what's the problem?
the problem is EVERYONE has a skeleton in their closet, yet we expect our politicians to be saints and hold them to a higher standard than i think is humanly possible. it's not like any of the great politicians of the past were scandal-free; the list is long and exhaustive if you wish to poke around. here are just a few. just for shits and giggles, here's a few more.
****
i can't help but think of these lyrics from Bob Dylan and a totally different time, and the Cynical Political Bitch is just laughing, laughing.
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.
lot of blowing in politics.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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