And now, time for something completely different. . . .

Time to face reality--the remainder of the SXSW recap is a bust. I'm aborting the mission, which has become an albatross around my neck and is sabotaging my other writing. It's too bad, because I did do quite a bit of work on it, but frankly, I'm losing interest (and I suspect everyone else is as well). Too much time has gone by, and there's too much other stuff I want to write about. So, let's just move on, shall we?

There's a lot going on in my life right now. It's . . . interesting, in some good ways and some bad ways. Things with the RWBF are strange (in a bad way), and things at work are strange (in a mostly good way). But what I want to write about today is . . . politics.

Yesterday, I got a notice in the mail letting me know (rather sternly, actually) that I need to update my voter registration information if I want to vote in November. I was aware of this and had it in the back of my mind that I needed to do this, but getting the notice made me acutely aware of the fact that I haven't voted, at all, since I moved out of the house I shared with my ex-husband, which believe it or not has been two and a half years now. The most heinous offense, which some of you have chastised me for, was that I didn't vote in the recent Democratic primary. But there was a good reason for this, apart from the whole not-really-being-registered thing--frankly, I just didn't care.

My feelings about this election can be summed up in a great bumper sticker I saw the other day: Someone Else for President. Of course, I want it to be a Democrat, but between Hillary and Obama, I just don't care. There are things I like and dislike about both of them, and I'm not overly thrilled with either of them. This is so disappointing to me. You'd think, perhaps, that I'd be fired up about the possibility of having a female president for the first time . . . but does it have to be her? And I never caught Obamamania--he planted the seed of suspicion in me when, in a speech, I heard him refer to the "president of Canada." Call me overly demanding, but I expect a potential president to know that Canada has a prime minister, not a president. (I'm sorry if that sounds petty and exacting, but I'm so sick of having a president who constantly makes these silly, stupid gaffes. Actually, Bush does it so often that I'm kind of used to it, but I was just really hoping that the next president might actually be smarter than me. And you. And my neighbor who drinks beer all day and works on motorcycles and recently got his mentally-challenged girlfriend pregnant. You know?)

So anyway, I will fill out my change-of-address form, and in November, I'll vote for Hillary or Obama . . . whatever. But I won't be overly thrilled about it. And honestly, if McCain wins (proving this country's true colors yet again), it will still be better than what we've got now.

How's that for the world's most cynical win-win? Man, I'm getting old.