Don't Touch My Bags if You Please*...and VOTE!

[hsapiens]

It's off to the airport for me after work today! This is my final obnoxious "I'm so excited and it's going to be so much fun" post; hopefully to be followed in a week by obnoxious "that was even better than I'd hoped" posts. Consider yourselves warned and configure those filters appropriately. ;-)

I'll miss my f-list something fierce -- I think I'm addicted to y'all. I'm not going to quote Brokeback Mountain here re: quitting you, but it's only because I'm a bit hyper this morning and I know that's really annoying on a Monday.

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SERIOUS BUSINESS for those in the U.S.: Please, please, please vote in the next election. Election Day is Tuesday, November 7. I will get home just in time to vote and probably will forget to exhort you to go vote.

I fail to understand this willingness to not vote that the majority of our country feels. Every election is crucial but this one could be about restoring checks and balances to our government. This is about saying no to torturing prisoners. This is about not being evil.

Hey, Frodo lost a finger to destroy the Ring; all you have to do is touch a screen -- and you get to keep the finger.

I know I have some non-liberals on my f-list (shocking!). I'm urging you to vote, too, though I'm obviously hoping my viewpoint prevails. Never, ever give up your right to vote. For so much of our history, having the temerity to show up and vote could get you arrested (women) or, worse, killed (minority men). Please don't throw away the opportunity that people died to secure for you.

*Wonder if I have any Arlo Guthrie on my iPod...

Comments

[hsapiens.livejournal.com]

I don't have the spontaneously flipping luggage but the first time I flew out of Newark and was descending one of the many escalators one must use with fully loaded luggage, I had my small rolling bag in front of me and the behemoth behind me. The small one caught on the edge and before I could yank it up I was suddenly pushed to the ground by the escalator-powered behemoth, which had no problem rolling over the little lip or me. Muy embarrassing and not a little painful.

Oh! I want to be at your table because there's no way in hell I'd attempt a centerpiece. Crafty is not my middle name. I prefer to bask in reflected glory. *smirk* Hmmm...how accurate should we be? We could give her the appropriate melon breasts with toothpicks and grapes, fer instance. Her cause could be an end to world hunger followed by a bout of bulimia backstage to maintain her swimsuit-ready figure. Not that that would go over well at the table, I suppose...

[selmak.livejournal.com]

ZOMG I NEED TO FIND SOME SPARKLY FABRIC AND MAKE HER A GOWN!

:P

[hsapiens.livejournal.com]

Hee! I see my work here is done. Seeya Friday! (Or Thursday if you're hanging around the lobby -- late)