not a perfect metaphor

Been up since 4 helping with a state-level campaign. (The guy lost, but it seems like he wants to try again in two years, and he'll have the benefit of some more name recognition on his side if he tries again.)
Seen voting today: Blind guy; old lady who rode her scooter up the hill to her polling place; dude who recently had his knee replaced. I also ran a curbside ballot (apparently those are a thing) out to a woman's car so she could cast her vote.

If you didn't vote today and you're registered and able-bodied: WHY THE HELL NOT???

And as I was typing this, Ohio got called for Obama.
Thank you for remaining sensible, Ohio; I didn't want to have to disown you quite yet. (We still have to talk about that anti-gay marriage amendment from '04, frankly, but I'll take this.)

Yes, thank you, Viking hordes, I really needed that when I had absolutely no materials for that cause with me.
But other than that, and... you know, the fact that I was traveling for the purpose of funeral services... this visit hasn't been too bad. My cousin said she could tell I'm happier now that I've moved.
( and now, a picture )
And now, for something completely different: Operation Let's Build a Goddamn Tesla Museum. If this doesn't blow past the goal by the end of the first week I will be very surprised. (Also, they should sell the Tesla > Edison bumper stickers on their own.)

Long, long ago, on an Internet far, far away, there was a game. It sort of sprang up organically and sustained itself for a bit over a year before RL and/or Milliways pulled us all away.
( in which I wax rhapsodic for a while on the topic )
Anyway, cut to last week, when I finally got around to reading Unseen Academicals. It's an excellent book on its own, but a certain bit character's reappearance for the first time in several books caught my attention - and promptly hit me with a plot bunny. For now, I'm only posting this here, as it may not make much sense to people without the context. It's taking the 'verse we were messing about it and moving forward to a bit before UA starts.
(If anyone cares to try anyway: The first POV character in this is an OC I played for a while; the game premise, such as there was one, was that PCs - Powered by Celery - became widely available; yes, this is still my OTP, nearly nine years later; Adrian did have himself a fan club; one of the major in-game plots was Lilith having a go at Ankh-Morpork, with semi-disastrous results.)
( sort of a love letter to the RP that ate my senior year of high school )

...so at 10:30 or so, the dog randomly stopped breathing. Parents revived her, but only for about half an hour; she died around 11.
That was easily the most dramatic dog death I've been around for (including the one that got hit by a car when I was little); I think all the shouting had something to do with it.
Rest well, Buffy.

The midterm review of September shows signs of improvement, but there's still a lot of work to be done to avoid a firing. So you're still On Notice. (Also, it turns out Mercury is in retrograde, which could well explain a lot.)
(And for a different parenthetical altogether, I guess I'm gonna have to watch To Wong Foo on one of my days off this week.)
Also, George McFly came in and made photocopies today. Or, well, a guy who looked just like him, even taking into account that it's been 24 years since Back to the Future would have happened.
In other other news, it seems the alphabet meme is making the rounds again. And so!
( pick a letter, any letter! )

So PMOG/The Nethernet/whatever you feel like calling it is, apparently, going under.
( some musings on the thought )
There's a refugee camp of sorts up, for the... what, two of you? who are/were also a part of the passive fun.

I think the expansion pack of my short story is finally done. Now all I have to do is overcome the rest of the inertia and... you know, actually get things done.
Meanwhile: Ah, meta!crack, it's been far too long. I offer a recounting of my wacky hijinks therein, as that is what one does with meta!crack.
Also: Last week's Boston trip was made of Win. I may be bothered to do a full recap here one of these days. (It's in the paper!journal, meanwhile.)
ETA: This is not, it seems, a good year to be a young actor.

Between stumbling into algebra and finding my knack for (and interest in) writing stuff, my math brain fell by the wayside. This became a particular point of contention in high school, often resulting in my loss of Internets privilege until I had proof my grade was going up.
But I never thought my teachers hated me. I knew perfectly well my grades were my own fault - or achievement, as the case sometimes was - and when things didn't make sense, I had the option of asking for help. And sometimes it was fun. (I still remember the first problem we tackled in precalc, and my non-mathematical answer to said: 'The car didn't use ANY gas over that distance because it was going in excess of 100 miles an hour, and was therefore a 1926 Bentley I was reading about over the summer!' XD)
Basically, this is a long-winded way of saying my mom called this afternoon; the math teacher I had my sophomore and junior years has cancer. Lots of cancer. It doesn't look good.
It's just... one of those things.

...Well. That was interesting. But I guess the air's cleared, now.
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Apparently I am verbose today.
Started tagging old discworld_rpg stuff, and got through two months of it. Witches Abroad-based plot included.
Pretty Pretty Princess!Ade still leaves me flailing.
Also, one of the best parts is giving myself a tag. XD