BINGO!
or The Presidential Debate

I don't like politics. It's messy. People get upset about it. There is rarely a definite line between right and wrong. Most of all, there are too many names to remember. But, tonight I found a way to make politics a lot more interesting.

It's called Presidential Debate Bingo.

Not only did it allow me to focus on important topics, such as weapons of mass destruction and waffles, it also gave me an incentive to pay attention. I must admit, with the help of this game, I was hanging on both candidates' every word! In fact, I even cheered them on. Say "Mission Accomplished!" Call him a flip flopper! Go go go!

The next presidential debates are October 8th and 13th. Plan a party, print out some cards (they change each time you push refresh), and have a grand ole bi-partisan time!

Inspirational Quote

"The less you try, the less you feel bad when you suck."

~Kristen on Writing Jury Instructions

Killer Winter Boots!

My boots arrived today. I bought them a while ago during a class, probably contracts. They were initially appealing because they don't have heels. You would be surprised how many "winter" boots for women have huge high heels. Where would I be walking in winter where the weather necessitates a boot, but where a high heel would cause me to fall and kill myself? I'm a little fuzzy on how that is supposed to benefit me, or any woman for that matter.

Beyond the lack of a high heel, these boots are still supreme. They are tested and certified to -22 degrees Fahrenheit. They are waterproof, with fake furry stuff at the top. They also look like mean winter stomping boots, which is exactly what I was looking for.

Of course, I haven't tried them on yet.

Single

I realized today that more and more of my friends are coupling off. Friends who have been single for a little bit are finding new people to pique their interest. Other friends who have never, ever, in the many years I've known them, dated, are suddenly finding that person they were always looking for. Add to that the fact that I know of possibly two people in my law school classes who aren't married or in long-term relationships.

It adds up to this: I feel very, very single.

Not that good kind of single, where you're all keyed up to go out on the town and hunt for manflesh. Not that "full of possibility" feeling. It's more the feeling that school will keep me so busy that I won't have the time nor energy for at least three months to go out and find a date. It's that uneasy feeling that I probably won't even notice that much.

Well, it's not like I haven't been completely single before. There are certainly positive aspects to not having to tell anyone where you're going or why. It's nice knowing that I can take a break from any drama that might come with a relationship. All in all, it's probably not a bad thing to be single.

It's just that no one else seems to be.

P.S. Read Something Positive I picked out a nice lonely one. To really get a feel for the comic, start from the beginning.

Um, the Constitution?

I just saw "Unconstitutional," a film put out by the ACLU or something like that. I encourage you to see it, or at least to read the USA Patriot Act and compare the things it allows to what the Constitution protects.

Just to clue you in, you might find some discrepancies.

Oh, and when the media talks about the Geneva Conference, and how the people we're holding in the brigs of ships and on a little base in Cuba are being held in violation of it... What that means is that the USA is, in affect, committing war crimes. WAR CRIMES. You know, like Hitler. Detaining American citizens of Japanese origin all over again.

This is all stuff that Bush and Ashcroft support, have supported, and even pushed through into being.

Am I unpatriotic for not supporting the Patriot Act? Well, only if Madison and Milwaukee are too, cause they both passed sweeping resolutions condemning the unconstitutional sections of the Patriot Act (yes, the same ones our president supports).

One more thing: The people who flew the planes into the twin towers didn't have beards. They didn't wear turbans. They didn't go to mosques.

I feel sick.

Why I Will Eat A Krispy Kreme Doughnut This Morning

Ah yes, another Monday morning. The sparrows are singing in the trees outside my windows. Groups of motor vehicles speed by on the street below. The Wisconsin State Journal lauds and laments the weekend's athletic events/disasters. My body cheerfully begs me to sleep another fifteen hours.

What's there not to love?

Thus, to celebrate this lovely time of the week, I shall consume one (1) Krispy Kreme doughnut. Why yes, I did eat one yesterday as well. Consider it an extended celebration of the wonderful life I lead; what better way to celebrate being alive than sinking your teeth into the delicate glaze frosting of a melt-in-your-mouth treat such as a Krispy Kreme?

To those who would scold me, I say nay! I will not celebrate my life with lettuce and low-carb bars! If I were to take the advice of those wise souls who have gone before me, I should live each moment as though it were my last. Would I slip from this world to the next with a carob bar melting on my tongue? I say thusly, NO! A Krispy Kreme would surely ease my passing and bring peace to my soul at such a moment. Who can say this moment is not my very last?

I shall now partake in the sensual sweetness that is my after-breakfast snack. Woe to you who are not so lucky!