Don't leave a voicemail, seriously.

We had a crazy storm last night (part of the Fay fall out). Lightning struck the backyard and we lost the cable and power intermittently. We didn't even move the dinner party away from the French doors to the patio because we're Floridians. Instead we made fun of old people who call you during a storm to tell you not to make any calls during an electrical storm.

In the old days, apparently, phone lines were on copper wire and sometimes people got zapped when lightning struck too close. I've gotten a jolt from an aluminum window frame, so I suppose it could be true, but like with anything my old relatives tell me: I'm doubtful. You get very blase about those things when you're born in the lightning capital of the world.

When I go to go to bed, I discover the basement's flooded. Basements are sort of arcane to my people and earlier in the evening this flooding sich had been reconned at least five times because my aunt's basement flooded during the last bad storm. Maybe it was stealth flooding, who knows. The main thing to get damaged was, of course, my books.

I'm not even all that upset about it. I'm just exhausted. It seems like I haven't had a decent night's sleep in a month. It also looks like it's about to storm again.

In other news:

i read a fic a little while ago where bob was unhappy with himself, was realy deppressed and started throwing up to loose weight?

anyone?

I really hope that one of the guys in the band wrote this as a joke.

Gerard: Why am I always a cutter? Why can't Bob have bulimia?
Mikey: On it!

It also worries me that this person can spell bulimia and not depressed.

Hi im looking for a fic with bob and jon from patd, its a s/a. They are boyfriends and living together in chicago. Bob is in bed, i think he's sleeping or trying to. Jon comes back after his tour and goes to the bedroom and gets into bed i think and bob tells him to take his clothes off first then get back into bed and then they have sex and jon refers to bob as 'daddy'.

One of my great aunts used to exclaim "GOOD GRAVY" when something like this would happen. I might take that up. Do I want to know what s/a means? I hope it's just another term for pwp.

I'm going to arise now and shower and go do things. I'm not bothering to pack because my mom always unpacks my suitcase and repacks it because she has OCD and I don't fold my clothes correctly.

Before I go: The Hold Steady Guide to the Twin cities googlemap. So you know how crazy bandom is, right? The fans are 12 and talk in internetspeak and embarrass humanity? Ok, THS fans are fucking CRACKERS. Like they all have schizophrenia and substance abuse problems. This map is awesome.

Good god, it took Pete way longer than I expected to combine slutty self-promotion and politics! I predicted this record when, Christmas?

ONE LAST edit before I really get in the shower. "I Kissed A Boy" is everything I love about Cobra ever. The not-so-subtle mockery of his homeboy's girl is made of fucking win Xinfinity. Call me, Gabe.

Watching the Convention. Who knew Barack's sister was so hot?

The whole trend to having family members of politicians at the Convention is sort of crap, though.

Anyway, who cares? Uncle Teddy. He's not even on yet but I'm already crying. (I thought Caroline was staying out of politics? Oh well, of course that was a lie, but still.) Teddy's been in the Senate my entire life. I know for Boomers, the dead Kennedys are the big players, but for me it was ALWAYS Teddy. His rakish ways and really horrible personal life were always just the ammunition that the Right used to libel one of the few truly Liberal leaders in the Senate, as far as I was concerned. Growing up in a rural backwater, Teddy was the beacon of everything I believed in. Even if it was all politics, at least he always said what I believed. Who's left like him? Politics has shifted in such a way that someone like Teddy--independently wealthy and bullet-proof--just no longer exists. Maybe the part of me under the cynical layers of barnacle shell feels something like innocent adoration for Uncle Teddy.

It's weird to me that the shooting stars of Bobby and Jack are such huge figures in the Myth of America and the *real* hero of that family is overlooked because he kept on keeping on and didn't die tragically--instead he took stand after stand for the impoverished, minorities, and the marginalized for decades and now his era is ending. Who will step up in this day and age? I don't have a lot of hope. Yes, I'm being maudlin. Sometimes we have to step back and admit that public figures matter to you personally. For me that's Teddy Kennedy and I'm honestly decimated by his illness and rapidly impending mortality.

I think I'm supposed to feel excited about the election and ditching the douche in office, but now I'm more melancholy. Fuck the heartland and the tabloid press anyway for never giving us another Kennedy president. Why are illiterate people allowed to vote anyway?