What I Have Scheduled for December, So Far

Dec. 2nd - Debbie Stoller Book Signing. Also, work night shift. (I work every Thursday and Friday night, and will only note it when it is specifically totally fucking up my life.)
Dec. 3rd - Dinner thinger. Also, work night shift.
Dec. 4th - Dinner Party at Naomi's.
Dec. 12th - Stitch n' Bitch
Dec. 14th - Work Christmas Party
Dec. 15th - MIT & UPenn Apps due. Also, I take the GRE Subject test.
Dec. 17th - 18th - Obie Xmas in NYC
Dec 21st - 28th - I go home to LA for Xmas.

So far unscheduled: The part where I have a total fucking nervous breakdown. Things I haven't done yet include studying for the GRE, and Christmas shopping.

Dear December: Please go away and come back in two weeks.

Not Going To Stop Being Disturbed Any Time Soon

The Anti-Panti

So wrong. Cannot handle it. Do not understand.

One Down, Four To Go

I just submitted my application to UC San Diego. Have I mentioned I am totally not going get accepted to grad school? Seriously, what the hell am I thinking?

I've developed this eye twitch. I'm not sure if it's noticeable or not, but every so often my right eye is all "twitch twitch twitch" and I'm like, "Thanks, face, I didn't have enough to stress over without wondering if I look like some sort of twitchy neurotic freak."

I don't find out if I get in anywhere until like, April. It's like they designed this process specifically to be cruel.

I Won!

Today my friend Feanor had this "Game Day" thing at his house. I went, even though it meant 1) I had to wake up at 8:30 am and 2) I had to go to New Jersey. This is how much I love my friends.

I must admit that usually structured fun tends to make me a little bit cranky. However, today totally fun. I even won this crazy strategy Risk type game, despite the fact that it was totally complicated and I had never played before. (Okay, Mike would have won if I hadn't lied to him during the last round, but still, I won!)

Also, maybe it was the twenty million donuts we consumed, but I was definitely a totally giggling spazzy freak by about 10 pm.

Pop Culture Savant

Did y'all know that the guy who played Brian Krakow on My So-Called Life plays a male lesbian in a couple of episodes of The L Word? I find this inexplicably amusing.

Also, the fact that I find him attractive probably explains everything that is wrong with me dating.

I'm So Bourgy

Well, either Thanksgiving has killed the internet or I'm just really boring, because there's definitely a dearth of comments up in this piece. Don't you guys love me anymore? I made a sweater, people. I put up a picture of myself being a scary monster. I do these things for you. Don't you appreciate them?

The other day I got bored at work and ordered the Josie and the Pussycats soundtrack used through Amazon. Whenever I internet shop while at work, I get all weirded out because I'm earning money and spending money at the same time. It's such pure capitalism, I feel like I'm exhuming Karl Marx's body and kicking him in the nuts. It's exhilarating, really. But I digress.

I discovered that Adam Schlesinger from Fountains of Wayne was involved in writing and producing at least half of the Josie and the Pussycats songs. This soundtrack is such a total synthesis of all the cheesy indie pop shit I love. No wonder I dig it. Plus, now I can listen to Backdoor Lover over and over and over. Veiled allusions to butt sex totally never stop being funny.

LitP: Behind the Blog moment. Things I googled and/or looked up on dictionary.com for this entry: "dearth", Karl Marx, "exhume", "exhilarating", Adam Schlesinger, "allusions", "bourgeois". It was like I lost all ability to spell the instant I started typing this entry. Also, aren't allusions always kind of veiled? Isn't that what makes it an allusion, rather than just, you know, talking about something? Oh sweet Jesus, this is the most over-thought entry about Josie and the Pussycats I've ever written, and I'm pretty sure I've described it as a "third-wave feminist masterpiece" somewhere on this site prior to this.

Happy Thanksgiving

I am thankful for my friends. I am thankful for my cat, who I love even when she is howling at 2 am. I am thankful for knitting. I am thankful for my family, who are the best family a girl could have. I am thankful for West Philly, because it feels like my home. I am thankful for my iPod. I am thankful for my coworkers, who are smart and funny and nice and cooperative instead of competitive. I am thankful for blogging. I am thankful for Special Effects Atomic Pink hair dye. I am thankful for bubblebaths, my new ultra-super-girly pastime. I am thankful for Netflix. I am thankful for fall, which I forgot existed this year until suddenly leaves were falling and the trees were all naked, and I was like, "Oh, yes, that happens on the East Coast, doesn't it." (Trees look funny naked.) I am thankful for indie rock. I am thankful for all the people who think progressive values are moral values.

I am thankful for the future. I am thankful for all the books I haven't read yet, and all the songs I haven't heard yet, all the code I haven't written yet. I am thankful for everyone I haven't met yet. I am thankful for whatever's waiting for me.

Under the Hoodie

Well, here it is. The fruits of my labor. I am totally in love with this sweater. It's made of Rowan Kid Classic, which is one of my favorite yarns. It's mostly lambswool, so it has the structure and softness of a really nice wool yarn, but it's 26% mohair, which gives it a beautiful halo. It's so soft and warm and lovely. And yes, it is totally expensive. I bought the yarn for this in London, so it was slightly cheaper, but still.

I really like the pattern for this sweater. It's Under the Hoodie, from Stitch n' Bitch. It's put together very well, with picking up stitches for the pocket and hood. Also, these sweater arms fit me better than any sweater I've ever knit. (I have arm issues. Apparently, mine are short.)

Blocking this sweater had a really dramatic effect. I have a sort of laissez faire attitude toward blocking. I do it if I think something really needs it, but not as a general thing. But blocking this sweater gave it a really nice drape, and totally straightened out the curling ribbing on the hem and edge of the hood. I also blocked it to be a little longer, as this sweater is very cropped. (And I say that as a shortish torsoed person.)

Lastly: the monster picture.

Thanksgiving Is For Losers

To the many people who have asked me what I'm doing on Thanksgiving: Nothing, bitches. Thanksgiving is for total losers. All the cool kids are working the night shift of Thanksgiving. It's totally the new hotness. If I'm really lucky, I'll be able to score some mac n' cheese from the WaWa for dinner. Just like the Pilgrims ate!

I went to a pre-Thanksgiving shindig at Little Sam's tonight. Jill almost set her face on fire (and did, in fact, burn it slightly) in an incident where the tinfoil turkey pan went all wobbly and sent lots of grease down into the oven while Jill was putting the turkey back in and Flames! Everywhere! Running up and down the sides of her face! We set the smoke detector off. Then the turkey wasn't even done and had to be put back in, and everyone was else pussied out of taking it out of the oven again and the other vegetarian and I had to do it. I figured I'd be safe because it would just be too ironic if I were injured in a tragic turkey accident. And I was.

Remember kids: Turkey kills. Be careful out there.

There was mulled wine and stuffing and sweet potatoes with apples and mashed potatoes and spicy curry for vegetarians. It was pretty rad.

I Am a Grumpy Gus

I had a generally short of shitty day today. I got stuck at work until 6:45. Then while I was waiting for the bus there was a whole flock of drunk homeless guys hanging out and being agressively crazy. One of them sort of latched on to this poor blonde woman and kept following her around telling her about how money was evil. (Is it irony when the drunk homeless dude tells you money is evil? Or just extremely apt? And if money is evil, how come you're the one heckling people at the bus stop, dude? Are showering and sobriety also evil? But enough cheap shots at the homeless, because now I feel kind of guilty.) I didn't get home until 8 pm, because I had to go feed Naomi's cat and also pick up cat food for my cat, and I forgot to get wet food, so someone's going to be really pissy tomorrow moring. And then I got home, and there was no readily available food, and the sink was full of dirty dishes, and I just sort of wanted to hulk out and throw things.

Then I ate dinner and that pretty much made everything better. Note to self: Sometimes extreme depression and anger just means you need to eat something.

Under the Hoodie Sneak Preview

Here's a sneak peak at Under the Hoodie for you. (Otherwise known as "That sweater I've been working on since July and why the hell did I think size seven needles were a good idea and my lord is this a lot of stockinette.") It's currently blocking, but I'm pretty excited about it. Just finished seaming it tonight. You know the other thing about small needles? Small stitches mean seaming takes even more time.

I think it's going to be short projects for me for a while. I also just got Last Minute Knitted Gifts, which should come in handy. Lots of beautiful, short projects just in time for the holidays. (That book is possibly the prettiest knitting book I've ever seen. There's a picture of Angora Baby Booties in there that made me make noises only dolphins can hear, it's Just. So. Cute.)

I Am Full of (Figurative) Cheese

I spent this weekend hanging out with friends. There was cooking, and watching The Incredibles (which was excellent) and lots and lots of gossip.

There are a lot of things in my life I'm a little disatisfied with right now. There's the huge grad school stress. There's random work bullshit. The less said about the state of my sex/dating life, the better. (Well, there's really nothing to say about it. Because it is dead, like a really really dead thing. It's like a stagnant pond.) But I am so happy with all of my friends right now. I have an awesome geek crew, and a girl posse, and lots of really awesome West Philly peeps. I can't even tell you all how much I love West Philly. I have my own little neighborhood, and I know my neighbors, and I can walk to my friends' houses. It makes me really happy.

This is so super cheesy. Sorry, y'all. No bile service today.

*LUV!*

PS. In case this wasn't disgusting enough, know that my cat just crawled into my half finished sweater, and it was the cutest thing ever.

The 42 Bus Is Going Straight To Hell

Not Fun Public Transit Moments:

Realizing that the crazy drunken arguing couple you've been walking super slow to avoid passing on the sidewalk is totally getting on your bus. And then they have a really loud drunken argument for the duration of your bus ride.

Realizing that you're not just being paranoid while walking home from the bus at 1 am, there really is some creepy dude following you. And then, after scaring the hell out of you, he proceeds to hit on you in broken English. Fortunately, creepy dude dispersed when I pretended I had a boyfriend. Note to the gentlemen: Perhaps 1 am is not the best time to be following people around in attempts to pick them up. Perhaps the best time is, in fact, never.

Freud Would Have a Field Day

The night before last, I had a dream that I was fighting my doppelganger (she was a spy who was trying to replace me), except we were both naked and it was a little bam chicka wow wow, if you know what I mean.

Last night, I had a dream that I was leaving the guy I was dating to move to Alaska with someone dressed up as Hello Kitty.

Someone lay some dream analysis on this shit, please. My subconscious is just plain crazy.

It Works On My Machine

This shirt makes me laugh out loud, but makes Jill hostile. If it weren't £13 it would be mine.

(Does anyone know how to make the little L pound sign thinger? I certainly don't. I cut and pasted that one from Google, just for you guys.)

Mystery Monkey

Jill and I ran across these monkeys in Chinatown today. They're the See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil monkeys, except with an extra one in between See No Evil and Hear No Evil. He appears to be the "Belly No Evil" Monkey. (Seriously, he's just holding his stomach. I have no idea what's going on.)

Subserviant Bartender

Sarcasmo sent me this link to the Virtual Bartender today. It's sort of a subserviant chicken rip-off, but with a hot chick instead of a dude in a chicken suit.

First I typed in both "Make out" and "Fight," and she did. (I am known for yelling "Make out!" and "Fight!" at both movies and my friends at my weekly movie night. The sad thing is no matter how much I yell "Make Out!" at Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom in Pirates of the Carribean, it never happens. Except in my head. And in this one animated .gif on a website someone emailed me. (Whoever emailed it to me: You are awesome.))

So, anyway, being the person I am, eventually I typed in "Show me your tits," expecting some sort of cute scolding. But instead, she showed me her tits. (Well, her bra, really.) And then my inner feminist took over and ruined everything. And now I feel guilty for exploiting weird flash animation advertising gimmicks.

My Brain In Numbers

I got my official GRE scores today. I got a 5.5 out of 6 on the Writing part, which I am pretty pleased about, even though it's only 86th percentile. My 760 on the Verbal is 99th percentile, and my 760 on the Quantitative is 82 percentile.

Eighty-second! It's so depressing. I might as well just give up and apply to Bob's Computer Science Grad School & Auto Repair right now. I'm a slack-jawed yokel, people. I belong in a Red State, with the rest of my kind.

Anyway, GRE scores. Exciting if you're my parents. Not so exciting if you're not.

In other grad school news, I'm currently hunting down former Computer Science professors and trying to get them to write me letters of recomendation. It turns out CS professors are wily beasts, prone to not answering their phone during office hours.

Being Well Informed Sucks

Every week I get the New Yorker, and every week I read the obligatory article (or two. God help me when there's two.) on Iraq. Every week the article is different (It's about Falluja. Or Abu Ghraib. Or de-Baathification.) and yet every week it's the same (We are so totally fucked. We were fucked when we started, and then we just consistently fucked up at every possible turn.). I don't like these articles. They just make me upset and angry and sad. But I read them anyway, because I feel it's my duty to be an informed citizen, and not reading them would make me a bad person.

But, seriously, New Yorker, could you just take the space you plan to dedicate to your Iraq article in the next issue, and print "We're so totally fucked," over and over again in red twelve point font instead? It would make me feel a lot better.

Karma

I like to think that I'll get some sort of merit badge in heaven for being nice on to drunks on the bus, even when it's 12:30 am and I just got off of work and I'm tired and cranky and exasperatingly sober.

The truth is that I harbor a sort of avuncular fondness for drunks, at least initially. I'm not sure if it's some sort of "hail fellow well met-ness" left over from my senior year of college, or the fact that I would hope people would be sort of nice to me if I were plastered, or the fact that drunk people are sometimes really funny, or what. But if you're drunk and sitting next to me on the bus, I'll talk to you even if you ask me the same question five times, and I'll try to make sure you get off at the right stop.

God looks after the drunks and little children, and so do I. Well, drunks, at least.

To Knit or Not To Knit

I'm currently battling a strange attraction to the garment pictured above. The pattern is from the new Knit 1 magazine. (You should ignore the crappy picture of a magazine picture taken with my picture phone. I tried to find a better picture on the internet, but Knit 1's web presence is so crappy that it doesn't even show up on the first page of a google search for "knit 1" and its webpage consists of a "coming soon" graphic. Come on, people, the combined forces of Lion Brand and Vogue Knitting can't do better than that? There are pets with bigger web presence.)

The problem is that despite me finding the above garment appealing in an odd sort of way, the chances of me actually wearing it are pretty slim. It's called a "capelet" for god's sake. Not only do I not actually need a plaid capelet, but I think I may already own one; I bought it in a thrift store in high school, and I've worn it possibly six times, if I estimate generously. But I find myself thinking things like, "I could keep it at work, and wear it when I get cold at work." This would be sensible (I get cold at work all the time) if not for the fact that sitting and typing while wearing a capelet is pretty patently ridiculous.

Seriously, where I am going to wear this? (I ask so you can give me plausible places and I can justify knitting it.) All of the psuedo-victorian events that I totally don't go to? (Step one: Knit capelet. Step two: Become steam-punk.) What does one wear a capelet with? How do you wear both a shoulder bag and a capelet?

It takes 3 skeins of Lion Brand Thick & Quick (or possibly Wool-ease Chunky. You get the picture.) Which means it'll be cheap, and knit up quickly.

I'm so totally going to make it.

Geek Love

• The Firefox web browser. I started using at a while ago, and it has changed my life. Tabbed browsing, blocked pop-up windows, special bloglines extensions that tell me when one of my feeds has been updated . . . I think I am a little bit in love with Firefox.
• Engadget. It's like gadget porn. Why didn't anyone tell me about this?
• Multi-threading. I just added multi-threading to this app I'm developing that has to run unattended on about 50 computers and recieve messages over the network and then spawn other processes. After I redeployed it one of my coworkers who uses it sent me an email that says, "Multi-threading is the new hotness." VB .NET is all retarded and will only let you start threads with methods that don't take parameters, but you can get around it by creating a class to get the parameters.
• My iPod. My sweet, sweet iPody iPod with its iPody goodness. I want to marry my iPod and have little iPod babies. (Would they be 5th Gen?)

• iSocks. Back off my DIY, Apple. I can knit that shit with both hands tied behind my back. You are so totally biting off of all the cool as shit crafty iPod cozies out there.
• Screensavers. You know what screensavers mean to me? Extra clicking. I hate extra clicking. Plus, you know, they're totally useless.

Observed In The Crowd At the Sufjan Stevens Show

• The Quartet of Annoyingly Tall Annoyingly Hipsterish Hipsters who stood in front of me for half the show. When I am queen of the world, at standing room only shows we will line everyone up in ascending height order before the show, and let them in that way. Then everyone will be able to see. (If you are a tall person with short friends, I may permit you to stand against the wall next to them. Maybe. But none of this big n' tall in center front shit.)
• The dude who crossed himself after one of the Seven Swans songs.
• Way more men with beards than would occur in a random sampling of the population.
• The Three Overly Stylized Young People wearing matching jeans.
• The girl in the absurd green hat.
• All the people who look vaguely familiar because I have seen them at a million other shows.
• The Trio of Balding Businessmen.
• Me, being tired and cranky because it's after ten p.m. and I am old. Some of us have to work in the morning, dammit.

That being said, you have to give it up for a band that makes three costume changes, one of which involves being dressed up as swans.

Congratulations

Two awesome things happened today:

1. Feanor and Poppy got married. (I guess that's what happens after you share a blog.)

2. Wendy started her own blog.

I'm quite excited about both of these recent developments.

The Sticking Place

When I'm getting my nerve up to do something, I have the tendency to think to myself, "Self, 'screw your courage to the sticking place,'" like Lady Macbeth tells Macbeth before getting him to kill King Duncan. So I'm thinking that to myself this morning, and the following things occur to me:

1. Things certainly didn't work out so well for Macbeth, even with his courage screwed to the sticking place.
2. I have absolutely no idea what this phrase means. What the hell is a sticking place, anyway?
3. It certainly sounds dirty, doesn't it?

Some judicious googling has revealed that the "sticking place" is a "notch used to hold the string of a crossbow when it is cranked taut for shooting." Well, that clears everything right up.

First on the Homosexual Bisexual Agenda: Knit Socks

Eventually I tired of the sock monster, and turned him into a sock. Part of a pair of socks, actually. A pair of socks that Jill dubbed "the gayest socks ever" due to the yarn color. The yarn is Regia stretch, a yarn I'd never used before, but liked. The elastic really does make the socks fit better. I am a little worried that the socks won't breathe very well, as the yarn is part acrylic, but we'll see.

I the Lion Brand Basic Sock Pattern, and size three needles. (The needle size is only exciting to people who have knitted socks on size two needles. Size two needles are what they make you knit socks on in hell.) I especially liked the way the slip-stitch heel turned out. The pattern was very simple. I think I would have liked a little more shaping in the ankle, as the socks bag there a bit even with the elastic. But overall, a quite adequate (and free) pattern.

I also especially like how very sock-shaped they are when not on my feet. Look how socky!

I leave you with gratutious gay socks.

Sorry!

Yesterday my friends and I took a group picture for SorryEverybody.com, a really brilliant site where liberal Americans apologize to the World. (And sometimes, the world tells us they understand.)

If you haven't seen the site yet, you should check it out. It seems to be a bit overwhelmed by all the traffic right now, but it will fill you with warm liberal fuzzies if you actually get it to load.

Less Politics, More Pixies

I knit this using the Pixie Hat pattern from Knit Wit, the new book by Knitty's editor.

I have to say, I think this is my new favorite hat. It is just so darn cute!

Here's me wearing it with my coat. (Please ignore that my coat is missing a button. The button is actually around here somewhere, I just need to find it and sew it back on.)

I made it using Rowan Magpie (from England!) for the main yarn, and curly merino yarn from Habu textiles (from NYC!) as the trim. The pattern had an i-cord chin strap, but I decided I liked it better without.

The hat knitted up fairly quickly. I finished it up while watching Lovecraft movies at Sarcasmo's last night, and wore it home. (I also decided that it protected me against fish people after watching the really fucking creepy Dagon. You know what's scary? Evil squid people, that's what.)

Against Open-mindedness

There seem to be two reactions among liberals to The Great Catastrophe (as I am henceforth referring to last Tuesday). The first is the, "What the fuck is wrong with those goddamned stupid bigoted rednecks?" camp. The second is the, "Right wingers are people too, and not all of them are stupid. Their opinions are just as valid, so let us not dismiss them without discussion," camp.

Let's just say I'm not in the second camp.

Discussion & Unity people, I respect you. You are far better people than I. If any of us were up for Sainthood, you would get it, and I would probably have the Pope refer me back to any of about a million petty and bitchy comments, many of which are on this very website. But I think you're probably why the Democrats keep losing.

Let's look at the relative attitudes of the liberals and conservatives, shall we? The liberals tend to say things like, "Hey, you guys, maybe all people should have the right to marry other people, within reason, you know, if they want." Whereas the conservatives are all, "BLASPHEMER YOU ARE VILE IN THE SIGHT OF OUR GOD."

It's pretty clear that the Democrats don't keep losing shit because we're wrong and the Republicans are right. Because, you know, the facts, they are on our side. But instead of taking the Republican tactic of screaming and yelling and repeating the same lies over and over again, we're all, "Hey, guys, we're not saying that your opinion and beliefs aren't valid, but maybe we should talk about this." Which pretty clearly isn't working.

Democrats, we have no excuse for losing this election. We were right. They were wrong. George W. Bush has done nothing but severely fuck the country since he stole the last election. Reason was on our side. The facts were on our side. The man has fucked the nation in the ass, and he didn't even give us a reach-around. Anyone with an ounce of charisma could have won this in a landslide. But instead, we let George define the debate and the issues, and didn't call him on his bullshit. I mean, seriously, why didn't anyone go, "Whoa, 'war on terror'? What is this shit? You can't wage war on a concept. Check out how the War on Drugs went. Drugs totally won!" Or, "Good versus Evil? Can we have a little rationality, please? Does postmodernism mean nothing to you people?"

What we need is some wackjob style hellfire on our side. Seriously, you all, stop being so fucking open-minded. Some people are just wrong. For example, the people who don't believe that I should have control over my own body: wrong. The people who feel that we need to legally define gay people as second-class citizens: wrong. The people who are against Iraq being a Muslim state, but want American to be a Christian state: wrong. The people who still think Iraq was a good idea: wrong. Anyone who says anything about "changing horses mid-race": wrong. People who believe in abstinence only sex education: wrong. People who vote against someone because he seems too intelligent and dorky, as though it's more important that our president be personable than sane and smart: wrong. People who seem to have forgotten about the seperation of church and state: wrong. Legislating morality: wrong.

The election was a giant open-book test. Fifty-three percent of Americans failed it. Don't worry, all you "stop judging" liberals, I'm not saying that these people are stupid. I'm saying that they're either stupid or evil. Or both.

Happy Birthday, Daddy

Happy Birthday to my dad, who is now officially older than the hills.

Not Politics

In case you were wondering "What should I get my favorite pink haired girl for Christmas, other than Canadian citizenship?":

Hello Kitty Computer Speakers. Oh hell yeah. I cannot even express how hot these would be hooked up to my iPod dock.

In case you were wondering "Where should I send my pink haired girl's Hello Kitty Computer Speakers?":

I will be in Los Angeles (specifically, San Pedro) from the 22nd to the 28th of December. You can tell how long it is since I've been home by how ridiculously excited I am by the prospect of seeing my extended family.

We Tried

So, I'm a little disapointed and angry about the election. Okay, I'm a lot disapointed and angry.

Do you all realized that Oklahoma elected a senator who said that abortion doctors should get the death penalty? And South Carolina elected someone who said that single mothers and gays shouldn't be allowed in schools?

The anti-gay marriage amendments passing in eleven states also filled me with a warm fuzzy feeling. Hey, America, thanks for voting to hate me.

Has anyone else noticed that between the anti-abortion stuff, and the anti-gay stuff, the Republicans just seem to really want to control what goes on with the vagina? They don't want girls going into it, they want to make sure babies come out of it . . .

Well, sorry, guys, but your right to swing your fist ends at my face, and your right to legislate based on your religion ends at my cunt.

I Voted and I Loved It

I got up twenty minutes early this morning so I could go vote before work. (I'm working until 1 pm, and then working for MoveOn from 3 pm to 9 pm.) I got to my polling place about 7:45 am, and stood in line until around 8:20 am. I was actually really excited about the line, because it meant a lot of people were voting. The lady behind me in line said, "I've been voting in this precinct for the last 10 years, and there's never been a line before." I was voter number 77 at 8:30 am.

I saw all these people I know from around the neighborhood while waiting in line, and we all waved and said hi and were like, "Yeah! Voting!" I really felt like a part of the community. Lately I've gotten to the point where I know a lot of people in my neighborhood, and I really like it.

You guys, I'm feeling kind of hopeful and excited. A little tingly, even.

I'm going to be no good at all until this thing is resolved. Hopefully that'll happen tonight, and not three months from now.

For the Love of God, Please Vote for Kerry

Dear Readers,

As I write this, I'm wearing my John Kerry for President t-shirt.

I've been canvassing for MoveOn over the last week, something that involves actually going door to door and talking to people who really don't want to talk to me. You may not be aware of this, but forced interaction with strangers that doesn't involve alcohol consumption is not one of my preferred ways to spend time. I hate and fear strangers. I spend most of my time trying to avoid people. I just want to be left the hell alone, okay? But I'm doing this anyway, and you know why? Because this is important. And because if Bush wins again, I don't want to feel guilty about it. I want to know that I did something, even if Kerry loses.

So, guys, I'm asking a favor. Go out and vote tomorrow, okay? Seriously, there are just so many reasons to do this.

If you don't know where your polling place is, check mypollingsite.com.

Love,
Cyn