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Oct. 9th, 2012 10:24 am( Русский язык )
It's one of those bounded in a nutshell days. I am so far behind on my morning crap and it's mostly because I can still feel where I got stabbed in the stomach in my weirdass dream last night and then whatever medic patched me up peeled back my flesh to suture the wound. I have no idea what the fuck is going on in my brainpan but I'd like to get back to the Duke/Nathan please. With a side of Audrey, apparently.
Mitt Romney is coming to town. This is sort of like the exact opposite of learning that Dwight lives in town, with the sole redeeming factor being that he's not actually staying. Not only is he coming to town, he's coming to the goddamn Civic Center. This is downtown, in a small town, in a small town which was built a hundred fifty some odd years ago and is not fucking suited to the kinds of security measures they're going to need. In the middle of downtown. We can barely handle all the supply trucks coming to the hotels and restaurants around here, and Romney is going to shut down virtually the whole downtown district to speak. Every single other candidate, with the possible exception of Sarah Palin (I don't actually remember where she spoke), has had the consideration to go to one of the neighboring universities, other centers, places which are more suited to handling that kind of traffic and road closures and security measures. Which just demonstrates further his absolute lack of consideration for people who are not him or like him. Or at the very least, that lack of consideration from his party organizers.
I guess the other silver lining here might be that we might just close the store for the day and say fuckit, we're not going to get anything but cranky people here anyway, and I get to sleep in and do housework. Really, Romney, why the fuck are you coming to the one small town in the state that is known for being a bastion of dirty hippie liberal commie democrats? On National Coming Out Day, no less. I'm dreading the protests almost as much as I'm dreading Romney's fucking Squirrel detail.
Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts happy thoughts. Um. Blog is still doing well? I wrote about 500 words of Nathan/Duke last night, which was adorable and hilarious. I'm going to try to chomp on all of the original Black Ice story today and then work on Juke Joint Jezebel after that, though possibly that will have to wait till tonight when I can rewatch S1 of Supernatural. And we're chewing over Grimm in the meantime, just tossing ideas back and forth. Fun stuff!
It's one of those bounded in a nutshell days. I am so far behind on my morning crap and it's mostly because I can still feel where I got stabbed in the stomach in my weirdass dream last night and then whatever medic patched me up peeled back my flesh to suture the wound. I have no idea what the fuck is going on in my brainpan but I'd like to get back to the Duke/Nathan please. With a side of Audrey, apparently.
Mitt Romney is coming to town. This is sort of like the exact opposite of learning that Dwight lives in town, with the sole redeeming factor being that he's not actually staying. Not only is he coming to town, he's coming to the goddamn Civic Center. This is downtown, in a small town, in a small town which was built a hundred fifty some odd years ago and is not fucking suited to the kinds of security measures they're going to need. In the middle of downtown. We can barely handle all the supply trucks coming to the hotels and restaurants around here, and Romney is going to shut down virtually the whole downtown district to speak. Every single other candidate, with the possible exception of Sarah Palin (I don't actually remember where she spoke), has had the consideration to go to one of the neighboring universities, other centers, places which are more suited to handling that kind of traffic and road closures and security measures. Which just demonstrates further his absolute lack of consideration for people who are not him or like him. Or at the very least, that lack of consideration from his party organizers.
I guess the other silver lining here might be that we might just close the store for the day and say fuckit, we're not going to get anything but cranky people here anyway, and I get to sleep in and do housework. Really, Romney, why the fuck are you coming to the one small town in the state that is known for being a bastion of dirty hippie liberal commie democrats? On National Coming Out Day, no less. I'm dreading the protests almost as much as I'm dreading Romney's fucking Squirrel detail.
Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts happy thoughts. Um. Blog is still doing well? I wrote about 500 words of Nathan/Duke last night, which was adorable and hilarious. I'm going to try to chomp on all of the original Black Ice story today and then work on Juke Joint Jezebel after that, though possibly that will have to wait till tonight when I can rewatch S1 of Supernatural. And we're chewing over Grimm in the meantime, just tossing ideas back and forth. Fun stuff!