Twisted Spinster

Crap like his followers registering to vote in states they don’t live in? And they’re pretty blatant about it:

There’s a goddamned website facilitating this fraud — telling you who is willing to claim you live in their house, and which states you should be fraudulently signing up to vote in.

…which either means that the corruption has gone all the way to the FBI, or there’s a contingent of Obama fans who are sort of unclear on the concept of voter fraud. I’m hoping it’s the latter, and that they’ll soon be rounded up and given that lecture they missed because they skipped Civics class to smoke pot behind the gym. But it does show that at least some of the O-bots aren’t quite so sure that their guy is going to win. Winners don’t try to cook the books. As Jim Treacher says, this sort of behavior just stinks of desperation. I love the smell of desperation in the morning (and afternoon and evening); it smells like… victory, and not for the desperate ones.

Update: more voter fraud, state by state. Juicy. (Via.)

Mine still aren’t working. I got back from the doctor a little while ago — I gave him seventy bucks to tell me that yes, my ear is plugged up with wax, but no, I don’t have an infection. So there is one thing I don’t have to worry about. He gave me a referral to an ear, nose, and throat specialist, but since I don’t have insurance he advised me to give the ear-wax removal stuff another try. I’ve been doing that — I did get a little bit out, but not enough to unplug me. If a few days of wax-removal stuff doesn’t work, I guess my next step is to make an appointment with the specialist and find out how many limbs and pints of blood I have to sell.

I wonder how some people figure out how to turn this internet thing on every day…. Kathy Shaidle’s latest Examiner column is about the now-infamous “Kill him!” yell at a McCain/Palin rally, and how reporters from two not-exactly-rightwing news organs (the Washington Post and the New Republic) both pointed out that the shout was probably aimed at unrepentant (indeed, proud of his ownself) not-ex-terrorist William Ayers, who Palin had just finished talking about — not Obama. So all the shrieks about how all McCain/Palin supporters are racists who want to lynch uppity black men who run for office are just as off-base as they ever were.

Now, at no point in Kathy’s article did she indicate approval of the shouty person. But that didn’t stop the very first Intrepid Reader, who minced in with

Oh good, it’s good to find out it’s okay to shout “kill him” and “off with his head” just as long as we shout it about the right person.

Right. That’s exactly what Kathy meant when she called it a “despicable outburst” and Michael Crowley of The New Republic meant when he said “That’s still an ugly thing to shout.” Approval. You know, I’m a product of Florida’s lame public school system and I know how to read before I say something, especially on the internet. Because once you hit that “send” button millions of people can see how smart you are.

Okay, you’ve probably all been waiting with bated breath (all 2.5 of you) for an update on my ear situation. Well, the stuffiness has gone down a slight bit — I do think that part of the problem with my ear is it’s swollen inside the ear canal from some sort of irritation (like from me pouring gunk down it and sticking Q-tips in it, or allergies or an infection of some sort) as much as a wax buildup. The decongestants did help a little. Of course, now that my ear isn’t bothering meas much I am getting a swelling in my left eyelid. It’s on the same side of my face as the problem ear, hmm. It could be from the soap I’ve been using — I started using a different soap, one of those hard herbal bars. Bar soap seems to be harsher than liquid soap, at least where my face is concerned.

That reminds me, one question about the St. Louis, Missouri area I keep forgetting to ask is what is the water quality like? I’m used to Florida’s mineral-heavy gunk, which creates kidney stones, and it takes me ages to rinse off soap and shampoo.

Today I woke up late, due to a peculiar silence which I realized meant the power had gone out and none of those little humming sounds I take for granted (refrigerator, DVR, a/c going on and off) were present. So the power was off, which meant no coffee, so I fed the cats and went back to sleep. (When I move up north I’m going to try to get an apartment with a gas range, so if the power goes out I can at least make some coffee.) The power came back on about two and a half hours later, but the day was shot by then. Oh well, it’s Columbus Day (or as it will be known after Obama takes power*, “Evil White Oppressor Day”), so a lot of people are off.

I will go to the doctor for my ear some day this week, I promise.

*What, you don’t think he, or rather, his followers, are just going to roll over and accept a loss, do you?

Well, I managed to sell one of my typewriters, so that’s one down, five to go. I’ve decided to keep the Olivetti Lettera 22 because it’s the first one I bought and it’s just so cute. (It looks just like this one except mine has a few scratches and worn spots in the paint.) I still have all my furniture to sell, a crapload of clothes to get rid of, books to sort through, etc. I suppose I should wait until further down the line since I said I was going to try to stay here until my lease ends at the end of April but I know how I am about preparing and packing for a move: I’m the Last-Minute Queen. Well this time I’m not going to be delayed one more minute than I have to be — I want to be ready to throw my cats and suitcase in the car and go.

By the way, I will be collecting funds in my Paypal and Amazon accounts for the move. Every little bit helps! Thanks in advance. One more thing: I think my laptop is totally dead. I’m pretty sure the hard drive crapped out. Getting that fixed will probably cost as much as buying another one (you can get decent laptops for $500 now) so I will probably end up doing that instead. Towards that end I’ll be selling my almost-new desktop along with the monitor. It came with all these bells and whistles I never use, like a home-theater attachment thing, and a bunch of drives, and all this stuff, and the monitor is a 17″ LCD that I already had that I’m throwing into the price — I’ll probably charge $500 for it.

I can’t wait to move.

This cat is officially Badass:

The really incorrigible cat hopped up onto the counter and stuck his nose into the bowl with the cheese sauce. With his butt hanging in the open flame underneath the pasta pot. The first thing we noticed was the terrible smell of burning fur. He was totally oblivious to the fact that his butt was on fire, and pretty ticked off when we scooped him off of the counter and went outside and rubbed his backside in the snow.

Oh, yeah, and he licked off the fur with the singed ends, and then puked up a nasty furball from it.

If one of my cats caught their butts on fire, and had to have said butt “rubbed out in snow” or any other water-related substance, I rather doubt that “totally oblivious” would be their reaction. (The post this comment is attached to is also funny, having to do with an oven + forgetfulness mishap. Not that I’ve ever done such a thing, at least not since last night a long time ago, pinky swear.)

You know that scene in the second part of the Doctor Who Season 3 finale where the Master, who has been elected Prime Minister of Britain, gasses his entire cabinet to death after calling them dirty little traitors for jumping parties to join his government? Yeah.

They are going to do an updated remake of V, the 80s science fiction series about reptilian aliens disguised as humans who take over the Earth. Back then it was a Nazi metaphor. Wanna guess what it’s going to be in the 00’s? You get three guesses and the first two don’t count.

Speaking of tv shows, I can guess what the show The Cleaner is about without ever watching an episode: an unpleasant, harsh-voiced harridan bitches at the long-suffering, Jesus-like hero for an hour. Yeah, I’m gonna watch that.

Can someone explain to me Hollywood’s obsession with Richard Nixon? Because I just don’t get it. He wasn’t very photogenic, certainly wasn’t sexy, and let’s face it, for a scandal Watergate was pretty darn mundane.

I’ve changed my mind — I can’t wait for Obama to win the presidency. You know why? Pure. Comedy. Gold. O! The gnashing of teeth and beating of breasts and wailing of– wails when his sycophantic followers realize that Utopia was all a lie, when they wake up in the morning to that Same Old Stuff that they were so certain ushering in the Man of More Melanin would erase from the land. They’ll still have to go to work. They’ll still have to pay taxes. There won’t be a unicorn with an iPod in every driveway. Free healthcare fairies won’t visit every home with a bag of gumdrops and free drugs. Straights won’t become gay. Gays won’t become… whatever the hell it is they want that they don’t have now. Christianity won’t be replaced by worship of Gaia. The oceans will not recede (which is a good thing, actually, because without oceans the planet dries up you morons). And so on and so forth. I can’t wait for the show to begin.

Oh — and this is going up. I have to figure out a way.

(Via Kathy Shaidle.)