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kittydesadeI do stupid stuff when I'm not quite awake.
Like leave my CD player running through all three CDs. Or make silly commentary in chat. Or go see the pictures of that hideous new live-action Sailor Moon... something. Or reply to stupid people who try and insult me in other people's LJ comments.
But the socio-political algebraic haiku sophistry was amusing.
It's really kind of depressing how much, if I don't know you or even who you are, I just don't care about your political views. If political awareness and opinionatedness hadn't been drummed into me since before birth I probably would be right up there with everyone else in political apathy. But I grew up in Washington DC, where the very air I breathed for eighteen fucking years was contaminated by the words, thoughts, and deeds of those miscreants on the Hill. So I make myself aware of the issues and I vote habitually, I toss a couple pennies into the ring when there's a political argument, and I'm a born and raised liberal Democrat. Albeit a very bad one.
And I fucking hate politics.
It's not even a rational hate. It's just a knee-jerk reaction to all the moving and shaking that went on a mile or so from my house. I didn't even live near DC, I lived smack in the bloody middle of it. Literally, I think. My family friend was one of the DC reps. I went to school with the bloody President's bloody kids. And Vice Presidents'. Senators' kids, Diplomats. My grandfather spent copious amounts of his youth working for ... well, never mind that. But... Ugh. I was so glad to get away from all that and move out to where it doesn't really matter, where the closest I get is the furor over a presidential stopover on the campaign circuit. Where the only political news I pay attention to is that farce over in California. Governor Arnold. I still can't believe that happened. Are we on the way to the Demolition Man's Schwarzenegger Presidential Library? I hope not.
It's funny. I'm harping on this because I just woke up from my nap and am trying to get my brain working.
But meanwhile, about more important stuff. Like my boyfriend! My darling, sweet, wonderful boyfriend, who brought me brownies and came over and held me and hugged me and doesn't apparently have poison ivy but some allergic reaction to the varnish on the furniture he was moving. Or something like that. And then he took me out and we went and he bought me a couple of the new Lord of the Rings toys from the Return of the King set. Eomer and Aragorn. I love this man of mine, my darling darling sailor boy.
I ate another brownie.. bad me, but I need to wake up. And chocolate seems to do it. I need to get some of this goddamn writing done. I've been such a hideous slacker lately. And I think I've figured out where to go in most of my stories. And... and that damn dream I had the other night. About the shapeshifters and Neal McDonough. I wonder what to do with that.
Ah, I can feel the chocolate hitting my system.
Time to get something to drink and buckle down. Time to get some work done.
Like leave my CD player running through all three CDs. Or make silly commentary in chat. Or go see the pictures of that hideous new live-action Sailor Moon... something. Or reply to stupid people who try and insult me in other people's LJ comments.
But the socio-political algebraic haiku sophistry was amusing.
It's really kind of depressing how much, if I don't know you or even who you are, I just don't care about your political views. If political awareness and opinionatedness hadn't been drummed into me since before birth I probably would be right up there with everyone else in political apathy. But I grew up in Washington DC, where the very air I breathed for eighteen fucking years was contaminated by the words, thoughts, and deeds of those miscreants on the Hill. So I make myself aware of the issues and I vote habitually, I toss a couple pennies into the ring when there's a political argument, and I'm a born and raised liberal Democrat. Albeit a very bad one.
And I fucking hate politics.
It's not even a rational hate. It's just a knee-jerk reaction to all the moving and shaking that went on a mile or so from my house. I didn't even live near DC, I lived smack in the bloody middle of it. Literally, I think. My family friend was one of the DC reps. I went to school with the bloody President's bloody kids. And Vice Presidents'. Senators' kids, Diplomats. My grandfather spent copious amounts of his youth working for ... well, never mind that. But... Ugh. I was so glad to get away from all that and move out to where it doesn't really matter, where the closest I get is the furor over a presidential stopover on the campaign circuit. Where the only political news I pay attention to is that farce over in California. Governor Arnold. I still can't believe that happened. Are we on the way to the Demolition Man's Schwarzenegger Presidential Library? I hope not.
It's funny. I'm harping on this because I just woke up from my nap and am trying to get my brain working.
But meanwhile, about more important stuff. Like my boyfriend! My darling, sweet, wonderful boyfriend, who brought me brownies and came over and held me and hugged me and doesn't apparently have poison ivy but some allergic reaction to the varnish on the furniture he was moving. Or something like that. And then he took me out and we went and he bought me a couple of the new Lord of the Rings toys from the Return of the King set. Eomer and Aragorn. I love this man of mine, my darling darling sailor boy.
I ate another brownie.. bad me, but I need to wake up. And chocolate seems to do it. I need to get some of this goddamn writing done. I've been such a hideous slacker lately. And I think I've figured out where to go in most of my stories. And... and that damn dream I had the other night. About the shapeshifters and Neal McDonough. I wonder what to do with that.
Ah, I can feel the chocolate hitting my system.
Time to get something to drink and buckle down. Time to get some work done.
