Greetings from Sunny Florida!

Where we still haven't called it for Obama. (Miami-Dade went to bed early last night?? wtf.)

H and I are visiting my mom in St. Petersburg, which is actually a pretty a cool little city…. except for the fact that the people are so fucking friendly. 

I DON'T LIKE TALKING TO PEOPLE.

I almost had a temper tantrum when my mom told me she made plans for us to go sightseeing with one of her friends this afternoon. (See: I DON'T LIKE TALKING TO PEOPLE.)

I think my introversion is getting worse.*

love,

me

p.s. GOBAMA! Graphic via the nytimes.

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*H says I'm milking it now that I have a name for it. I say who needs people when you have the internets?

awesome

Ordinarily, I'd wear a small.  But H-town and I could share a size medium.  If anybody is wondering.

print liberation via monmelodie

obama supporters vs. mccain supporters

Check out this cool interactive feature at nytimes.com and register your current mood.

I've already gone from anxious to excited.

Oop. Back to anxious again. So much for getting *any* work done today.

Vote NO On Prop 8

And please vote for Obama.

I had planned to do a more elaborate post for today. I meant to take up this challenge from Peonies. What better time to mull over what I love about my country.... Right?

But I'm a little f'ing freaked out to be frank.

I have been remiss

This is an issue that's important to me and I realize I haven't blogged a thing about it.

None of my gay friends are *legally* married, but they were among the first to start families together, buy houses, move halfway around the world to be with each other. In short, to demonstrate the kind of commitment that I've only recently become comfortable with.

Why the f*ck shouldn't they have the same right to make it legal?

Vote NO on Prop 8.

(Image by phlora)

Barack Obama-Rama

Rock the vote tomorrow at Spaceland (on the east side, of course).

Sponsored by Young and Jelinek, my favorite t-shirt store.

My Gal (Sarah Palin)

From George Saunders’s piece in this week’s New Yorker:

I’m finding it hard to concentrate, as my eyes are killing me, due to I have not blinked since I started writing this. And, me being Regular, it takes a long time for me to write something this long.

Where was I? Ah, yes: I hate Élites. Which is why, whenever I am having brain surgery, or eye surgery, which is sometimes necessary due to all my non-blinking, I always hire some random Regular guy, with shaking hands if possible, who is also a drunk, scared of the sight of blood, and harbors a secret dislike for me.

Via Daring Fireball.

(Image from here)