Posts tagged ‘presidential’

Well, Elections Are Over

The suckiest thing about national elections is that most of the drama is over by the time you reach the polls here. Of course, it’s the local stuff that was really important to me this year.

Not having voted for 20-some years, it was very different than what I remember, although I knew it coming in. Last time I voted, you still had those levers and cranks you had to pull. Paper boys were earning a little extra money by running back to the newspapers with the poll results.

This year I had the choice of a paper ballot or the electronic doohickey. My choice was clear once I asked the critical questions…”Which one is faster?” There was a line for the electronic doohickey, so I did a paper ballot. No chads here, just draw a line where you want your vote to go.

For me, the initiatives were important. Initiative 1000 provided the right to die with dignity (assisted suicide), and the other initiative was one eliminating the HOV (High Occupancy Vehicle) lanes, which provides a special lane for vehicles with multiple passengers.

The rest was a process of the lesser evils, or in some cases, “the devil you know or the devil you don’t.”

I wasn’t too concerned with the Presidential election. For all the bullshit for what feels like the longest election process in history, it came out the way it pretty much always comes out. When there’s an incumbent, we’re reluctant to change, so the incumbent wins again. When there’s not an incumbent, people vote for a change in parties. Ergo, Obama was pretty much a shoe-in. You can talk about all the issues you want, but that’s the way it goes.

Well, that was exciting. Wonder what it’ll be like when I vote again another 20 years from now. 🙂

Labor Day

Ah, another holiday I get to work. Grumble, grumble, grumble. It’s the price you pay for having Sundays and Mondays off. If the holiday falls on Monday, then my actual holiday would be Saturday…which is when I always work. The floor is clean, ready for the disaster lurking about, waiting for Tuesday. My carriers are dribbling in, but I’ll still end up driving to the plant.

Argh, just dropped my pipe for the 400th time. It’s a Big Ben Presidential that looks like it’s been used as a hammer. The part where the stem fits into the shank actually came apart from the stem itself. Now I have this funky nub I have to pull off with pliers and re-attach to the stem to clean it. What I should do is send it in for repair, but I’d just drop it again. I may have an idea to setup a buffing wheel and polish the thing with carnuba. Er, except I also burnt the edge of the bowl. Guess I just still smoke it because I’m stubborn. Yeah, I know. Hard to believe.

Cleaned the inside of my car windows today. Blegh. Smokers crud all over the place. Although what’s interesting to me is that the crud is a lot lighter than what I used to find when I smoked cigarettes. Anyway, I probably have shmears all over the place. It was too bright for me to really be able to see if I got it all the way clean or not.

Oh, here’s a little story. We adopted a puppy we named Edgar. Edgar was fine with the other dogs, but absolutely terrified of my wife and me. My wife figures he was a puppy-mill puppy and really was kind of left to fend for himself, without a whole lot of human interaction. It took us a month or so but we finally got him to want to be scruffled and we started taking him for walks. He had a harness at first, and walking him was a hoot. It was like walking a kite. He’d run from side to side, around you, all over the place. It was kind of unsafe to be around him if you weren’t walking him, and it was often unsafe even if you were walking him.

We just got him started walking with a collar on, and it’s pretty embarrassing. He’ll walk, cough, and gag. There’s plenty of room in the collar, he just isn’t used to walking with it yet. So he’s making all these horrible sounds, but having a great time, and you have a feeling neighbors are staring at you, thinking your abusing your dog. Ack…hack…gag…grin. Horrible. Like a kid that starts screaming in the middle of the store, and the parent is trying to explain to anyone that will listen that he didn’t touch the kid.

Well, gotta go do collections and dispatch, because we have no other schmuck around to do it. -sigh- And now that I’m finally used to it, and have it down cold, our dispatch clerk is coming back Tuesday. S’okay, I’m not complaining.

Have a great weekend!