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Getting "Lost" in the Mourning After

Song Lyric of the Day:

People listen attentively / I mean about future calamity / I used to think the idea was obsolete / Until I heard the old man stamping his feet.

Squirrel Nut Zippers / “Hell”

The election has come and gone, and I am still stunned that Kerry did not win. How could America have re-elected Bush? Seriously, how could everyone overlook what a mess our country is in, and still re-elect him? I understand the argument that he knows what’s going on, whereas Kerry would be coming in to this huge mess, but I still wanted to see Kerry get the chance to try and fix things. As an American citizen and as a woman, I am scared about what havoc Bush will wreak over the next 4 years. Canada has never sounded so appealing. Regardless, whatever my feelings are about the outcome of the presidential election, I refuse to let it put a damper on my trip to Las Vegas tomorrow.

Watching Lost last night helped me and Rich escape from reality for one wonderfully involving hour. This show is one of the major high points of the new TV season. Like anything Joss Whedon creates, I would watch anything J.J. Abrams creates. Rich and I have been hooked on Alias since it began, and Abrams did not disappoint with Lost. Who else could turn the concept of plane crash survivors who end up on a mysterious island on its ear? Last night’s episode, “The Moth,” gave us the back story on Charlie, a heroin-addicted former rock star. That’s the brilliance of this show — we’re not just seeing how these survivors are dealing with being on this island, but every week, layers are peeled back to reveal a different character’s back story. Seven episodes in, we know that Jack never lived up to his parents’ expectations, his father’s in particular. Kate was in a U.S. Marshal’s custody for reasons still unknown. Sun knows how to speak English but won’t let on to her husband, whom she’d been planning to leave. Locke was paralyzed and can now walk. Rich and I can’t wait to see what other revelations lie in store. I have to make a point to program the VCR to record next Wednesday’s episode, as I won’t be back from Las Vegas until late that night.

One more day and I’ll be out West, in the land of neon. I can’t wait! Other than a couple of shows, I don’t have any concrete plans for what to do while I’m there. My friend Brent and I will probably wing it, which will be fine with me. As long as I get some gambling time. I’ve got to win the hubby a new car and have enough left over to buy him a nice poker set. Or so I hope.

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The Big Day

Song Lyric of the Day:

I’ve got it down to an art / Lonely sex with a desperate heart / Is the way to get over someone / Just to get under someone else? / And show them no mercy

Cherry Poppin’ Daddies / “No Mercy”

Well, I did my civic duty this morning. Went to bed early last night in anticipation of waking up early to get to the polls ahead of the crowds. Needless to say, that’s not how it went down. Even though I got in line at 6:05 AM, there were already dozens and dozens of people ahead of me. The volunteers working kept commenting on how they didn’t expect so many people to show. All told, I was in and out in 35 minutes.

I picked today’s song lyric mostly because I just love that song (the whole album is awesome), but also because of the line “Just to get under someone else,” which could very well be the case today should Kerry be elected into office. What changes will we see? How will the war be handled? Will he follow through — be able to follow through? — on his campaign promises? Time will tell. In the meantime, I should check out FactCheck.org to make heads or tails of what the candidates had to say throughout the campaigning. I’m just hoping to be able to stay awake long enough to hear the final outcome tonight. 

I am not planning on watching election coverage on TV all night, though. Too many other things to do. Like tidy up the house some. Like finish rewriting my friend’s resume. Like work on a query letter for the kid’s book I wrote. Like start packing for Las VegasIt’s almost here — 3 more days and I’m off to Las Vegas with one of my best friends. I’m so excited that I think I mentally checked out of work about a week ago yesterday. So far, our only concrete plans are to see a Cirque du Soleil show and one of those genuine Vegas showgirls in the headdress shows. When in Vegas …

In honor of the election today, I’ll close with parts of Patrick Henry’s famous speech. I copied this from Cindy Adams’s gossip column in the New York Post. Go figure.

“No man thinks more highly than I of patriotism . . . but different men often see the same subject in different lights . . . I hope it not be thought disrespectful if, entertaining opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve . . . only in this way can we hope to arrive at truth and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to God and our country . . .”

“They tell us we are weak — unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed? . . . Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our back, hugging the delusive phantom of hope until our enemies have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power . . . armed in the holy cause of liberty and in such a country as that which we possess, we are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us . . .
“We shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations; and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.

“Besides, we have no election . . . it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat, but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston. The war is inevitable . . .
“Gentlemen may cry peace, peace — but there is no peace . . . our brethren are already in the field . . .
“I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!”

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