the secret ingredient is salt

since i lack the time & money to take an actual vacation, for the forseeable future i will be doing the next best thing: burying myself in fantasy literature. already i've finished book 11 in the series of unfortunate events. now i'm gearing up for my hike through johnathan strange and mr. norrell. it's been called harry potter for the out of diapers set!

in consequence i will not be paying any further attention to this circus of an election. i will restrain myself from making comments such as, "everyone said as an october surprise they'd produce bin laden. the best they can do is produce a stupid TAPE? it's not even a scary tape! where are the zombies? he says blood in the streets but there's no blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. even dick cheney has blood dripping. next time they should hire kate duffy and do it right."

they even timed the damn thing badly. hello karl: a significant portion of the populace has already voted. of course, as planned, those populaces prolly came home from casting their ballots only to watch the evening news and slap their foreheads: "damn! i should have voted for bush! he can make villains appear on TV at will! what can kerry make? cheese?" well, too late, suckers. you can only vote once (or twice in new mexico).
and those who hadn't already cast their ballots were busy pre-partying for halloween weekend. really, i think the republicans are too stupid to win the election this time. sorry karl. it should have been a landslide and you fucked it up.

... all of that, see, is an example of the talk you won't hear from me, as i use my eyes solely for the purpose of pleasure reading. i'm as happy as you are.