Does it matter? No. I know that. It doesn't bother me, much. But I suppose it has to be done. Something has to be said... even if it is just screaming at the wind.
Remember when election day was a raucous occasion with parties and drinking in the street?
Yea, me neither.
Well, except maybe in New Orleans… but nobody remembers Tuesday nights in New Orleans.
If memory serves me correctly Edgar Allen Poe died on an election night after drinking himself to death. Ah, those were the days, eh?
posted by El Oso Furioso at
4:39 PM
Hm... I have an X AND a Y chromosome. How much less specific can I get? Not much. I started blogging leading up to my first attempted marathon in 2005 and haven't stopped. Since then the topic of the running blog has strayed around the idea of running and chronicled my journey through training for my second attempted and first completed marathon in 2006. In 2007 I opted to be a dad rather than a marathoner, and now I am typing a profile into blogger. That pretty much catches you up with what you need to be caught up on.
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