Povert

I did my duty today. Voted for the least repulsive candidates.

Just kidding. They’re all repulsive. I just voted for the ones with the most inspiring odor.

Remember this guy? He ran again.

I threatened to actually vote for him. Well, threatened in my mind. But it was a stern, angry threat. Ok, it was a whimsical threat.

I am so anxiously awaiting the results of today’s election that, if it occurs to me, I may pause FF XII tonight and, if I’m not hungry for some chips or if I don’t have to use the restroom, I might pick up the remote (thinking it’s a hot, naked stripper, for some reason) and accidently turn on the news.

But I probably won’t.

Go Democracy! And pick me up a burger. Accidently and incoherently fondling the remote works up an appetite.

If you haven’t downloaded Don’t Download This Song by Weird Al, do yourself a favor and get it.

What I like most about this is that my memory of Weird Al is that he just did silly stuff. I know I had “Fat” when I was a kid. And yeah, this song is kind of silly, but it’s not that silly. I mean, he isn’t joking when he talks about grandmas and 7 year old girls getting sued by the RIAA.

My point is that this is a great “Fuck You” to the RIAA, and I like it.

Also, the “We are the World” thing kills me.

Check this out. Be sure to watch it all.

Check out this fascinating (and depressing) story about veterans of the Iraq wars who are very sick, probably due to exposure to depleted uranium. An excerpt:

Now 29, he’s had growths removed from his brain. He has suffered a small stroke — one morning he was shaving, having put down the razor to rinse his face. In that moment, he blacked out and pitched over. “Just as quickly as I lost consciousness, I regained it,” he said. “Except I couldn’t move the right side of my body.” After about 15 minutes, the paralysis ebbed.

Terrible.

I should mention that my grandfather (actually, my grandmother’s last husband) died of cancer due to exposure to Agent Orange.