The One Where I Get Emotional

This election is going to make me crazy. It is already doing so. This is on top of other legitimate stressors in my life currently. But frankly, I haven't had a good cry in a while, and there may be one coming.

The flashpoint tonight? Something completely mundane. Facebook. Why is it that when you look for 'conservative politics' bumper stickers, multiple ones for remembering 9/11 appear? Did 9/11 only impact conservatives? That is a really stupid question, with a really simple answer. How come it has become a talking point for the conservatives, a catch-all for doing whatever we want to whatever countries we want?

I am worried that when I go to Georgia, I will be in a hotbed of conservative politics. Or surrounded by conservative roommates (again). Four years ago it wasn't as bad, I swear. It's worse now. Reading newspaper articles is as close as I can get...watching talking heads gives me agita.

I feel betrayed by gender in that white female undecided voters are flocking to a ticket with an unprepared, misinformed, gimmick of a candidate. This is not equality, she doesn't even SUPPORT pay equality.

Ugh. I can't even summon up all my righteous rage right now, it's not pretty and it's not articulate. The only thing I'm proud of is that my new mission to eradicate profanity from my speech was held up in this post. Though it did take a fair amount of backspacing.

Times I was sad that my cellphone was broken

1) When I thought of all the pictures I had saved on my old phone that were cute and semi-irreplaceable
2) When I saw a packaged full lobster at A&P today and wanted to take a picture of it
3) When I was rotting in a cubicle for the past week.



Additionally, less than a month to go. Eek. And !

Hero, part 1

Ohh ADA Casey Novak. In a show where I truly love every character, you may be the blinding light. I didn't even like you at first. You seemed prissy. Anti-cop. Anti-Benson, anti-Stabler. But then, in some episode, it clicked for me. It really pisses you off when people get off on technicalities. And frankly, the special case squad can get a little cowboy with their tactics sometimes. And when they hand things over to you, you're the realist. No one wants to be the one to say 'Seriously guys, punching him first was not a good idea'. But someone has to be, and you often choke it up and do just that. Frankly, for a while, I thought you were a little flat, a little cold. But then you revealed that fiance with schizophrenia that you kicked out of your life, who showed up dead one year later. Then you mindfucked a psychopath with a supermax sentence that fulfilled all the terms of your deal. And lastly, you provided me with a quote that I can't stop hearing in my head this year, that made me really feel like we may be two of a kind.

Benson: Casey, you're drowning in this.
Novak: I'm a big girl. I can swim.

Addendum

I take it back. After perusing the times magazine this weekend, and rolling my eye roughly 3-4 times, it may be nice to get away from the navel-gazing northeast.


Yet I still considered subscribing to New York magazine last night.


Could you blame me??

What I Will Miss

This post is prone to update as I remember more.

• Making my own egg-based breakfasts on Saturday morning
• Soy products, in general (this one is a possible not-miss, as I am not remotely sure of the provided diet in Georgia. Maybe the kids are on that vegetarian program that those prisoners in California are on. Probably not)
• The familiarity of New Jersey roads
• The ability to go home on weekends when the week has been too hard on me
• Being able to cry in the privacy of my own room
• Not having people depend on me at work (a double-edged sword...while it will be refreshing to make a difference for once, it will be an adjustment to work somewhere that I can't phone it in on days that I feel cruddy
• Being around (some of) the same people that I have adjusted to and been friends with for 3-4 years
• The New York Times magazine
• Long, in-person conversations with people that count
• Wearing nice clothes (usually)
  

"If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again." – Flavia Weedn

Fish eggs.

Lately I've been eating a lot of eggs, mostly because my mom showed me that the ones she bought come from "100% vegetarian-fed happy chickens who roam as they please" (sidenote, I had been blissfully, ignorantly eating wegman's eggs which come from COOPED UP AS ALL HELL chickens who are fed FISH PARTS). So one of my favorite things to add to eggs is curry powder, because it makes them a) a really bright gold color, and b) delicious. I always like things with a little more kick. For tomorrow's breakfast I have a brand new package of morningstar farm sausage, some happy eggs, an onion, and of course, my own coffee.

Hooray weekend.