Friday, November 30, 2007

i take it back!

I WOULD vote for Putin!

Since it would mean losing my job, if I didn't.

Sunday, November 18, 2007


Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck I'm a COMMUNIST!

Russia's commies are poised to come in second place in the next election, after Putin's journalist-killing United Russia Party.

With the Russian Liberal party barely in existence anymore, the country has basically become a two-party state. And if I were a Russian citizen, there is NO WAY I'd vote for Putin, who's suspected to attempt to try to hold onto power next spring, despite the fact that his legal term as president would be exceeded if he were to do so.

Putin has restructured the electoral system in Russia, doing away with constituencies with plurality voting systems, and raising the required percentage for getting into the State Duma from 5% to 7%, making it more difficult for independents to be elected. The only party presenting any real opposition are the Communists, with about 1/6th of Russian voters behind them.

When asked if Russia was still a democracy, one official shrugged and said "Not really."

I'm going to read Bend Sinister again, in solidarity.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007



the other day i kind of got locked on set. for about 8hrs. everyone was supposed to be back by lunch. but they didn't get back til dinner. it was fine, there was work to do. but there wasn't any food. some granola bars, but i hate that shit.

so on my way home i got take-out at fresh. i was starving and i would have eaten there, but i needed to get home to let the dog out. so i did something i really rarely ever do: i decided to eat while walking to/riding home on the streetcar. i am really not a public eater. i think its gross. i'm uncoordinated, i spill, i drop, i trip when not completely focussed on walking. but i was bordering on a hunger-rage so it had to be done.

anyway, i'm trying to be all prepared in case the streetcar comes, so i've got dinner in one hand, i'm holding the streetcar ticket between my teeth, my purse is over my shoulder and there is a hot coffee in my other hand. usually this would spell disaster in the form of scalding (me or someone else), but it seems to be going ok. i'm eating my dinner, i'm only spilling a little, no one is looking at me in disgust. awesome.

then the streetcar comes. i get on. i can't find my ticket. its not in any of my pockets, its not in my purse, its not in my hand. i had another one in my wallet so not really a big deal.... except for the the fact that i think i fucking ATE a streetcar ticket. sick.