Eight Days a Week

So I've been a day ahead of myself all week. But not in the good way. In the, wake up at quarter to 9 on a Sunday morning and think I'm going to be late for work kind of way. Then Tuesday I spent half the morning planning what I was going to do in my lunch hour, including going to the market and in to town, before realizing it wasn't Wednesday, and thus there'd be no farmer's market. And now today I've had to stop myself three times from signing off messages to people with 'Happy Thanksgiving!' That's tomorrow damn it. All of which means the next two days will feel like Friday, and I'm going to be beyond ready for the weekend by the time it finally drags its lazy self into view. Why can't I have more weeks that are the other way around. Where Friday pleasantly surprises me and I stumble into the weekend unawares.

I like those weeks best.


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As an addendum to this, I should mention that the Friday morning after this was posted, my alarm failed to go off. And likewise on the Saturday, though I'd carefully set it and checked the repeat alarm to include Saturday. Wasn't until the Sunday I realized what the problem had been. My alarm had been a day ahead of itself as well, and so hadn't gone off on the Friday, thinking it was Saturday, nor on the Saturday, thinking it Sunday.

How creepy is that?

Is This Really Necessary?

Surely the backlash against President Bush didn't occur this badly until after he'd fucked up monumentally. Maybe it did, and somebody please direct me to proof of it should that be the case, but regardless, I find the following pretty disheartening:

http://shop.cafepress.com/impeach+obama?cmp=knc--g--us--pol--elect08--a--default_ad_URL&gclid=CLvU85-O5pYCFQXK1AodJ3BIOw

To begin on a pedantic note, am I to assume that Congress should make a legal statement of charges against Obama for 'treason, bribery, or other high crimes and misdemeanors,' two months before he is instated in a position where he can even be charged with such?

Whatever. I shan't be nitpicky. But I will express disgust at such hilariously ignorant designs as 'I placed my well-informed vote against Socialism,' and 'When you lose your liberties, don't blame me. I voted for McCain!' As if the administration of the last eight years hasn't infringed more on civil liberties than most others. Or how about the classy '63,846,819 Assholes Living in America.' Now even though I'm not included in that, for not having voted, I'm still insulted. How much more 'sore loser' can one get? There is one t-shirt design though that I approve of. 'Impeach Obama Now! Why wait until he screws up...' At least this one where's its idiocy proudly on its sleeve, admitting there are no grounds for it, and also forgetting to put a question mark at the end of a question.

I need to go browse for some positive t-shirt messages now. You know. The ones about hope, and positive change, and that little one expressing the sentiment that indeed, this collective group will be able to make a difference. Somehow, those ones are so much more inspiring.

It's a shame not everybody sees it that way.

He Who is Without Sin...

I'm going to begin carrying a bag of small stones with me everywhere I go, so I can throw them at people who are rude or simply not nice in the streets. Like the old man cycling past who shouted at a woman for not noticing him and forcing him to ring his bell. *Wham!* 'There goes your flat cap mister.' Or anyone who walks through a door you hold for them, without thanking you, or even acknowledging your presence. *Thwack!* 'I'll slam the door on you next time.' Or the cyclist this morning who glared at me as nodded to him, having walked through a gate before him, because, well, I was there and he wasn't yet. *Crack!* 'Good thing you were wearing that cycle helmet poser.' I shall be the founding member of the Vigilante Manners Police. Much like the Karma Police, only with a less poetic sounding name.

Oh, and for the record, in case you'd wondered, I don't live in a glass house.

How Remiss of Me

I had intended to. Honest I had. But then a little butterfly fluttered in front of me and I forgot to send in my application for a ballot. And thus tomorrow will not be able to exercise my right to vote. But before you condemn me, no, wait, go ahead and condemn me, I deserve it. Then I'll say that I instead made a campaign contribution. Much more useful I feel, for my vote would have been thrown into Austin's liberal bastion, besieged within a swirling sea of Red, and would have essentially been wasted, giving me only the right to complain for the next four years. Well maybe the world needs a little less complaining. Maybe if my candidate loses tomorrow, I'll bite my tongue in penance for four years and let the airwaves suffer one less whining voice. Course, if Obama wins, and I'll be watching all night to find out, then I shan't need that ability to complain. I'll be able to walk around Oxford and say, 'Yes, I am an American.' Then snap my fingers twice and blow the hair out of my face. Course, regardless of how it turns out, for the first time I'll be able to say that beautiful phrase, 'I'm from Texas,' without having to immediately defend it by claiming I didn't vote for Bush. Are ya'll excited?

I'm excited.

Mornin' Thom

He looks so cute strolling past with his twitchy face, towing a metal suitcase half his pint size. I should have just stayed on the train to London and asked if I could join his band...