Chapter 48.6: Primary School

I don't remember last year's election, but since it was an odd-year off election there was probably little to recall. This year, the stakes are a bit higher. But I live in an area where surprisingly little is happening in the primaries. The NY senatorial race between Hillary Clinton and a bag of elephant dung is hardly noteworthy; Eliot Spitzer seems to have won the gubernatorial in 2005 and held up on taking over the governor's mansion until Pataki declares he's running for vice president or another organ acts up on him -- whichever comes first.

Of course, the NY attorney general's race is a bit of a dog-fight, particularly between Andrew Cuomo and Mark Green. I don't have a dog in that hunt, but I respect other people's polar-opposite opinions.

In New Jersey, Menendez vs. Kean (who Republican friends of mine call "a bumbler") is less exciting than watching paint dry. But that's not a primary.

Which makes primary day here in the metropolitan area decidedly uninteresting. I was barely accosted at the train stations "reminding" me to vote in districts where I have no right to do so.

I'm sure there'll be more to hear while switching channels on the television over the next eight weeks or so, but for an important election with the emergence of real vitriol among the proletariat, I'm surprised at how dull the political theater is around here.

Chapter 48.4: Are You Ready for Some Zebras

Did the NFL referees really need to change their uniforms? What is the reason for the new look? They look more like zebras than they did before. Change can be good, but this was just a waste.

Og Ginats Og!

Chapter 48.25: Fun With a Lint Brush

It seemed like a good idea at the time...

Chapter 48.2: Spaz

For the past week or two, I've had discomfort in my left forearm. Yesterday it was pain. Initially, I thought I'd pinched a nerve when I was taking my laptop into work for a couple days. But it wasn't bothering me over the holiday weekend, and it's not as though I was drinking so much that I was oblivious to pain. But the one evening I did have a couple beers I also played guitar for the first extended time in months. Perhaps that's what is causing the spasms.

Yesterday I tried to avoid using the arm. It only felt worse. Icing it didn't help; it only made my arm wet. So today I'm trying to use the arm again, perhaps the constant use will keep it exercised and relieve whatever tension seems to be causing the discomfort. At least I can extend it further than I could yesterday.