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Detroit, 11:59 AM
Tue Nov 10
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11/03/08
11/03/08
Elhigh <3 small towns.
11/03/08
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11/03/08
Since I'm between jobs right now, I'll probably go vote around 10 am after the mad rush has gone.
11/03/08
11/03/08
This will be a rather interesting race. I wish that I could've voted "none of the above", even in the primaries, so I don't care who wins as much as some people do. I do know that on Wednesday I will go take down some of those corrugated plastic signs to make into bicycle fenders, etc. [kentsbike.blogspot.com]
11/03/08
sort of like this:
11/03/08
I'm expecting a long wait. But on the way to work, so that's ok.
11/03/08
11/03/08
www.fivethirtyeight.com
You know about the electoral college, right? It ensures that our election is decided by a few undecided voters (the the turnout of the political extremes) in about 10 states of dubious significance the other 3.5 of 4 years.
11/03/08
11/03/08
MI residents standard response sequence:
"Where do you live?"
"Here" (points at somewhere on their hand)
"Where's I-75?"
"Here" (gives hand gesture quite not unlike the one-finger salute)
11/03/08
hey, if you use both hands, you can make the upper *and* lower peninsulas.
heh, miss michigan.
11/03/08
11/03/08
Tomorrow I will be getting my last (hopefully) two wisdom teeth out, so the election seems like a painless, unimportant event in comparison. I will Taxi home, if anyone cares...
11/03/08
I will proudly fire up the Miata, idle up to the intersection and turn left. The recently fallen leaves, wet from being in Seattle, will have the Miata sliding on its Azenis for fifty feet. I will maintain some semblance of composure in time to pull into the parking lot, selecting a space in the shadow of my garden shed.
A gleeful voting experience will follow. I'm socially very liberal - you get one guess how I'm voting.
I will then buy a cookie from the church ladies and hop back in the car. The turn back onto my street will again require a little opposite lock. A quick blat of power and I'll coast safely back into my car port.
My glasses of election return watching wine will be all the more tastey after the dual satisfaction of fulfilling my civc duty and drifting up to the church and back at a speed never greater than 15mph.
11/03/08
(pulls and locks down squiggly-lined, roll-up map and breaks out the long wooden pointer)
I'm going to put my feet on the floor, strip, take the office room bypass (carefully avoiding the per-PET-ual cat traffic) to the interior shower station, shave off, rinse and lave in the temporary downpour, towel off, brush off, gel & comb thru, hop into the Tossed-from-the-A&E-Garden-of-Eden modesty wear, make a BEEline around the FEline to the front door, SKILLfully avoiding the wrap-around cat traffic "U-iz-ig-NOR-ing-me!!" backlash, pop the latch on the vertical trap door exit, let the flood of cat traffic scccRATch its way out first to avoid the offending fender bender by the ankle biter, slide into and DEFtly switch on the SAAB 9-Thousand AIR-row, zip up the roller coaster driveway onto and thru the short Devonshire shire, snap an opposite lock/pendulum turn right onto the Army Road viaduct, coalesce **NORTH** into the speeding traffic pattern of the patched-pavement quiltwork of the M150 for a mile-and-a-half-and-a-quarter to the Marathon coffee station, e-brake a J-turn to EZ-park the SAAB 9-Thousand Eh-ROE, snag'a'vat'o'choke'in'Joe inside, J-walk across the street into the POLE-idiotical voting line, and wait 45 minutes for the those polls from Krakow to open up. Voter Solitary/Solidarnosc be-deviled eggs!
Finally then walk in to those lovely old fogies running the joint to validate my voter's status.
And I haven't even voted yet!
How am I going to vote?
Got a bad credit rating? We don't care.
Got no job? We don't care.
Got no money? We don't care.
Got recently tossed from your house? We don't care.
Got a prison record? We only care if you have a felony.
Got a political button or T-Shirt? Better strip.
Don't expect to vote? That's when we really care.
Get out and **Vote, you slackers!**
(crack the pointer and snap-up the roll-up map up)
Whew...that's a whole lotta work.
But my lovely assistant Carol here is a bigger piece of work. I think you need to strip anyhow. RROAW!
/the imitatible, late, great Johnny Carson as the unctuous "Tea Time Theater" host, Art Fern.
11/03/08
Polling place is theoretically walking distance, but I'd on the edge of a neighborhood I would seriously be afraid to drive through.
Hopefully I'll get it done on the way to work. Might have to wait in grueling 65° partly cloudy weather.
Also: No politics on the Jalop, unless the directly relate to cars.