I don’t know how D and I got on a Republican mailing list, but I am very very sick of the ads. I don’t agree with the views of the Republican party. You can’t “count on” my vote come next week. The ads on television disgust me. Why do we elect these whining toddlers who can’t play nice? They aren’t slinging mud - they are hurling bad intentions and bullshit at everyone, hopeing that we will be blinded by their hurried motions. It seems that the politicians only care about public opinion when they are up for re-election. It’s amazing how nice people can act when their jobs are on the line.

You are all wondering about the anniversary. It’s reinvigorated my belief that booze is baaaaad! But we had a lovely time. Babbo’s first, then 310 for drinks and conversation. Julie was kind enough to watch the beasticles while D and I spent the night at the Park Plaza Hotel. I am in love with the building. It was built in 1922 and you can feel the history. I danced around our room and each step teased out a sound from the wood floor. The fern-lined balcony allowed for privacy, and it did buffer the noise from the street, but the walls were paper thin. Our neighbor shuffled around most of the night. Then there were the trains. I knew damn well when I reserved the room that there would be noise, but I didn’t expect the level and frequency. Note for next time, actually take my meds. I have pictures to post of the place (I love my camera) and of the punkins.

I am exhausted and I wish that I could work from home. There are other observations that I could make about my life, but instead, I am going to try to find more coffee and try to pull my head out of this fog.
Comics in the news. I still find it interesting that comics are hovering just on the edge of the entertainment. I had more links, but I’m damn tired. Perhaps after lunch…..

**Edit** that first commentary about political ads goes for all parties. We have been inundated by Republican mailers, but the television advertisements are cruel, dark and infantile.