November 8, 2005
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
I worked until nine o'clock last night. The submission is being rammed down my throat in order to get it out even earlier. That's really OK because it's doable; I just wanted to have more time to fine tune everything. But the more I think about it, it's really a good thing because I want to be done with it. You know, I had ten months of down time between September 2004 and July 2005. Down time is a killer for me. I hate it. I cringe at it. I am the worst employee during down time. So when the submission activities started up, I was very excited. I was glad to feel needed and wanted again (I know boo hoo for me). But even during all of the activity, there comes a point when enough is enough and I want it all to be over. Now is that time. We're still two weeks (give or take) from the filing date, and I want it over now. So, the more hours I work during the day, the more work I get done, and the faster this whole thing goes away.
Anyway, I get home around ten-ish to find the October 24th issue of The New Yorker all ripped and messed up from our cheapy mailbox. And before I get too far, the only reason I have a subscription to The New Yorker is that it was a free gift from Salon after I subscribed to their website. And I do like Salon. It's a good source of lefty news. But I read it more for the Broadsheet which is a punny name for their female-oriented blog, which has some good content that most men should know about. I also like their advice column, Since You Asked and especially the column from 13 July 2005 about planlessness which applies to me so much it's nice to see in print. But I digress.
So, I'm falling asleep flipping through, not very amused by the cartoons in this issue, when I come across a four-or-so-paged article on Sarah Silverman. Great article, by the way. Funny as shit. The first time I saw Sarah Silverman anywhere was in an episode of Star Trek: Voyager, "Future's End" where the Voyager and her crew are hurtled back in time to 1996 and are stuck there for a while. That's the same episode that the Doctor got his mobile holoemitter, which finally granted him the freedom to leave sick bay at will, blah blah blah. Anyway, she was a geeky astronomer in this two-part episode, and she wasn't all that funny, so I didn't think much of her when I heard, nearly ten years later, that she was in The Aristocrats, which was supposed to be (and is) hilarious. And then I got to see just a teensy bit of who she is, and now I want to see more! Hilaaaaaarious.
So then I got up, reluctantly, at 0630 hours, showered, and went to vote. It's an election day in the US, and while we're not voting for a new governor (which is too bad) or new senators or representatives, or even better a new president, there are eight measures in California that need to be voted on. I don't get political here, but Arnold Schwartzenegger is a putz and doesn't deserve to be governor here. He's never held down a real job in his whole life, and he's gonna tell us what the unions should do with the dues collected from the people who do have a real job? Please. I'm not going to elaborate further, other than to say that Maria Shriver is a stupid idiot for staying married to this fuck and practically denouncing her family's heritage by supporting this fuck's political agenda. Whatever, Maria. Does he beat you or something?
On that note, I have work to do, so have a happy election day and do your civic duty...if you're American, that is. Otherwise, have a happy Tuesday.
