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10:21 PM -- 2004-11-02
Its a madhouse.... a MAAADDDHOUSE....

My favorite AIM away message that I witnessed tonite:

"John Kerry is a FAGGOT!
John Edwards is a Homo!
They should both be Assassinated if they come to office."

man.... like school on sunday... no class.

And on the reverse, and old man that I work with told me,

"I don't need to watch the debates. At this point, they would have to find John Kerry sleeping with a dead boy for me to change my vote."

Old folks can be so refreshing sometimes.

Got my vote on today. I've been glued to the tv for pretty much the whole evening. But voting was sortof an ordeal today.

I got up early... its rainy and my dad was going to go vote too, so he wanted to head up to the city around 10am. After we found the Tuscola city hall (which was no bigger than a Popeye's Chicken) the situation went south. They couldn't find us on their voter rolls, so this forked-tongued old woman took my driver's license and made a few phone calls... not exactly something that makes me feel comfortable. After sweating a few bullets, I saw her walk back with my license and hand-drawn directions to my new polling place.

She explained that I was registered to vote in a different precinct. Precinct 507 is a strange one... who's voting place, turned out to be a pool and spa dealership, out on the highway. Shadiest polling place I've ever seen... then again I thought that I had never seen a polling place before, and maybe this is how we do things.

The joint smelled like a downtown public pool right after its annual deep cleaning. And my voting booth was an arm's length from a working jacuzzi. Theoretically, I could've posted a chill after "rocking the vote", but I had left my floaties at the house.

As a first time voter, I carefully made sure I had no hanging or dimpled chads.

By the way, I think its interesting that election worker jargon is now, after the 2000 election, common knowledge. If it had not been for the fiasco last election, we would not know the technical terms for describing ballot condition. If we learned nothing at all... at least we have the satisfaction and glee to say "pregnant chad".

Anyways, I checked over my ballot answers three and four times... something I did not do way back when I took the SATS. I made absolute sure that ballot was fucking clean... a ballot so nice that they can use it as the answer key next election. Believe this.

Then I got home, got even more baked, and watched Van Helsing.

What a terrible fucking film. Van Helsing, Natasha, and Frankenstein teamed up against Dracula. I liked how Hugh Jackman braved a lightening storm to save Frankenstein, like the poor man's Indiana Jones he is. And then when he told Frankenstein that he was a good friend, I almost pissed my new pants.

Who'da thought that only a werewolf can defeat Dracula?? Don't worry, it doesn't ruin the film for ya. You've got plenty more of that hodge-podge to digest.

So Dracula was really funding Dr. Frankenstein's work??

Holy ghoulish conspiracy, batman!!

Well I'm going to go cruise the cable news circuit, I'll get back soon with my thoughts on the results of this bonified hooplah.

Signing off...

Sa Da Tay!