Obama Tiem Is Nigh

I think his Veep choice is going to be the Governor of Kansas, Kathleen Sebelius. Based purely on the spoiler that she's scheduled to speak at the convention but they haven't revealled WHEN she's speaking yet. I mean, c'mon guys.

Also, a note for the future. "West Wing Writers" is the name of a new Dem speechwriting-for-hire group and does NOT necessarily mean what I think it means. So I shouldn't immediately snap out that 'that guy never wrote a script in his LIFE'. (Clever name, guys.)

I love Joshua Green (of the Atlantic)'s reporting because it always strikes me as a polished up political version of Fandom_Wank. I think the latest story about Hillary Clinton's Epic Fail is the best one yet, not least because at the end he provides screencaptures of all the snarky memos.

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My mom came home today. (But she leaves tomorrow night for LA, so we're really just a pit stop.)

I had to give her a shot in the stomach. This didn't really bother me because I'm quite used to using sharps and had more trouble opening the special mailing tub for sharp disposal than I did using the needle. No, it bothered me because it gave me flashbacks to my shaking hands guided by Minax in play piercing class the night they put my dog to sleep.

Life sucks. I wish I was using my skills for evil instead of good.

Fuck. -_-

My ipod shuffle went through the washing machine.

On the hopeful sign, it hasn't been charged for months because I lost it for months and it lost the charge, and then when I found it I couldn't find the charger. So I hope that once the replacement USB charger gets here from ebay it will be dry and functioning. Google seems to indicate you have a 50/50 chance.

Otherwise, I guess I could take it to the Apple Store and claim it died and so therefore I need monies off on a new one.

(You may be asking yourself why I was carrying about a dead ipod in my pocketses, and why I didn't empty them. This is a longer story involving a creepy guy who takes the bus and me breaking a plate with hot spaghetti all over my girl bits. It involves screaming, flailing and running away to pull my pants off as quickly as possible.)