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Nov. 8th, 2006 09:19 amI deliberately avoided watching the election results yesterday. I thinkt he last time I actually sat down and paid attention to the results as they came in was back in my freshling year of college, November of '92, and that those of us who were watching threw peanuts at the TV whenever the wrong party reported a win. It's kind of hard to top that. Besides, ever since 2000, when days after the election I would get mocked by Italians for my country's failure to get the whole 'how did it go' question answered, the prospect of getting worked up before the polls close and the numbers are certified leaves a sour taste in my stomach. I would therefore like to issue the following blanket policy for future elections:
Unless one of the following happens to be involved in whatever election is going on, I do not want to hear about the results until at least an hour after dawn in my time zone on the next day.
- Nathan Petrelli
- Mongol hordes
That's it. Possibly but not necessarily Oliver Queen, too. Depends how good a mood I"m in that day.
On another note, the illness is generally going away. I'm still coughing badly and make a point of traveling very carefully between the train station and home to avoid disgracing myself; I don't want to be That Guy, the one who breaks down in HORK HORK HORK noises and clutches at parking meters and generally makes you wonder if it's really true that tuberculosis is making a comeback (answer: it is, but not through me). There will, however, be less coughing today. Every muscle between the hip bone and I think the second-from-bottom rib on my left side has decided it hateses us, Baggins, it hates us forever. Bending that side or tensing the muscles necessary to cough results in AUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH levels of pain, so I'm taking my advice from the old joke and not doing that. I still have to cough from time to time, but if I have any say in the matter, I'm restraining that as far as possible.
I will probably take my nasty Canadian turpentine when I get home.
Unless one of the following happens to be involved in whatever election is going on, I do not want to hear about the results until at least an hour after dawn in my time zone on the next day.
- Nathan Petrelli
- Mongol hordes
That's it. Possibly but not necessarily Oliver Queen, too. Depends how good a mood I"m in that day.
On another note, the illness is generally going away. I'm still coughing badly and make a point of traveling very carefully between the train station and home to avoid disgracing myself; I don't want to be That Guy, the one who breaks down in HORK HORK HORK noises and clutches at parking meters and generally makes you wonder if it's really true that tuberculosis is making a comeback (answer: it is, but not through me). There will, however, be less coughing today. Every muscle between the hip bone and I think the second-from-bottom rib on my left side has decided it hateses us, Baggins, it hates us forever. Bending that side or tensing the muscles necessary to cough results in AUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH levels of pain, so I'm taking my advice from the old joke and not doing that. I still have to cough from time to time, but if I have any say in the matter, I'm restraining that as far as possible.
I will probably take my nasty Canadian turpentine when I get home.
