Onward

I tried to watch the last debate.  Just as I tried to watch the others.

I came in (late) just as Obama finished answering a question I didn’t hear.  McCain wanted to rebutt, and the moderator gave him thirty seconds.

And he lied.  Again and again!  When has McCain ever opposed Bush’s conducting of the war in Iraq?  When even Bush was abandoning his failed strategies, McCain stood by them!  Did he fight the torture fight to the end?  Was he the first to bring the subject of climate change to the Senate floor?  (yes, he co-sponsored the first bill–that’s NOT what he said.)

If McCain had won the nomination in 2000, I would have voted for him.  I’m a registered Democrat, but only because I wanted to be able to vote in primaries–I’m probably farther left than the Democrats really encompass.  But I would have voted for him.  I thought I knew him, and I trusted him.

Now?  Either he’s sold his soul to win the White House, or he was never the man I thought he was.

I had to turn it off.

(and, btw–wtf?  How is “decent family man” a contradiction of “Arab?”  How about “no, ma’am, his father was Kenyan?”  Since that’s all that “Arab” addresses–ethnicity.  Not morals.  Not beliefs.)

God help us all.

I know I am.  So I’ll make a quick point, and explain behind a cut.

Four of the five most conservative Supreme Court Justices in the history of the court are currently sitting on it.  The two oldest members, and one would assume most likely to retire, are liberals.  McCain has vowed to appoint conservatives to the court.

Think about it.

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Yeah, okay, I’ll put pics up soon.  I’m right in the middle of NaNoPubYe’s Fall Warm-Up (and going down in flames, actually, unless I write seven thousand words tomorrow) so I’ve been busy.

Yaoi-Con was, as always, a great time.   I had a blast, hung out with friends, met an idol (teh awsum Wendy Pini, more later), got my hands (completely consensual!) on a bishie or two–and I wrote.

Yes, wrote.  On vacation.  On the plane I plotted; in the airports I scribbled.  In my hotel room I typed; in the lobby I designed character clothing.  I wasn’t in Tucson International Airport five minutes before my muses started bubbling, and the whole weekend was like that and I was so happy I went.

I’d thought it was gone, you see.  I told myself it was a slump; it was stress; every writer has slow periods.  It wasn’t completely gone–I was editing.  I was writing bits.  I just wasn’t excited.  That’s okay.  Life just isn’t always exciting–and if it is, you wish it wouldn’t be.

But you know how it is.  You can talk all day–your self doesn’t listen.

Anyway.  It’s back.  My brain is simmering with ideas for making Hiro a trilogy of deep and wonderful books (fantasy, and STILL no elves in sight, yay!) (you know I love elves.  But I don’t want every fantasy to contain them.)  I’ve got bunnies for when I need a break from Hiro, too, and another book in Eve’s galaxy wanting some plot-time…

It’s wonderful.

I’m BAAAACKKK!!!!!!

I’m off again.  My third year, and this time I’m traveling alone, though again I’m meeting friends.  And a new one this year, even!

I’m sooooo looking forward to a lovely bit of insanity and a fantastic weekend of foolishness.

Pictures on my return!  Hopefully some catboys, a few vampires, a cross-dresser or three…

I was going to rant, but fuggit.

I got my car back!  And my mechanic is totally getting a batch of chocolate-chip cookies.

my car, my car, how I missed my car…