Some room for dessert.
And yet he didn’t save me from a weekend-killing cluster headache.
Sandwich Party reminder
Next weekend people. November 27-29.
Once again, Elsa does a better job than me with sandwich-related information.
Facebook revelations
One of the people who friended me on Facebook is a guy I used to work with. He was exasperating and pompous, but he was also oddly likable, and ultimately I don’t actively dislike people without a good solid reason. It’s just too much work.
However.
His Facebook page is a revelation. I try to hide all the various polls and games and whatnot but you usually can’t hide something until it makes at least one appearance, which is how I got to see the following. As some of you know, I am unable to look away from this sort of thing so I scrolled through his wall, and good grief. (Enjoy the misspellings and weird syntax.)
- Is being gay a choice? Choice.
- Do you believe in Creation or Evolution? Creation.
- Should we put God back in schools? Yes.
- IF YOUR CONSTUTION IS THREATENED WOULD YOU STAND UP FOR IT , EVEN IF IT MEANT YOUR LIFE? DAMN RIGHT I WOULD (which made me think of this immediately.)
- Should people be allowed to have abortion? No.
Awesome. Why did he friend me? I’m having a difficult time figure this one out unless he is just collecting people.
Bearvoyance
“Usually there is, on the pillow, a very elderly teddy bear called Mr. Wobble. Traditionally, in the lexicon of pathos, such a bear should have only one eye, but as the result of a childhood error in Glenda’s sewing, he has three, and is more enlightened than the average bear. ”
-Unseen Academicals, Terry Pratchett
There used to be a small plastic cow there.
But I decided this had greater potential for pain and distance. I mean, I’m no expert but I think getting hit in the side of the head with a small but dense brain would sting and maybe leave a mark.
Voter rights and responsibilities
The polls in Virginia open at 6 so I usually get there as soon as they open. It’s typically just me and about a dozen geriatrics kicking it civics style in the NoVa at that hour, soon to be joined by a steady stream of others of all ages who start wandering in around 6:15 still coated in sleep and mildly surprised at how cold it is.
Tuesday morning the polling station didn’t open exactly at 6 by one woman’s watch so she immediately started complaining. When the door did open and we filed in, she still complained. And when they ran into some problems with the new system they are implementing with this off-year election, she complained some more. Her eyes rolled around behind her gigantic glasses like synchronized fish in adjacent bowls, and the light bounced off of her perfectly coiffed, stark white hair in a way that was also increasingly hateful in an unspecified but thoroughly shitty way.
The poll workers weren’t being unprofessional. They weren’t being lazy. They were, instead, unfailing diligent, polite, efficient, and apologetic as they worked out the kinks in the system BEFORE THE SUN HAD EVEN RISEN. These folks take this work very seriously. And still she complained.
So I killed her.
National Sandwich Day [Updated Twice Now]
Because there has to be one.
Nov. 3 is the anniversary of John Montagu’s birthday. It’s believed that this 18th-century English noble, better known as the fourth Earl of Sandwich, wanted to eat with one hand during a 24-hour gambling bender. So, he instructed his servants to serve him his lunch meat between two pieces of bread. To celebrate the occasion, Nov. 3 is officially “National Sandwich Day.”
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Regular readers know what this means: SANDWICH PARTY! Elsa and I are announcing today that another Sandwich Party is scheduled for November 27-29.
More later. As usual, Elsa does it better.
Dudes: Don’t post sandwich party stuff over at Facebook. Email me here at jagosaurus[at]mac.com if you have trouble commenting. Thanks.
