• Driving back from lunch with Pam Pate yesterday, I saw a campaign sign for Vernon Twinburger, with the slogan “Already Serving You” and a link to his blogspot.  The b&w drawing on the sign made it look like the dude had a very fake mustache.  So I checked out the blog to see if this was some viral thing, and sure enough, it’s a fake candidate with a very fake mustache.  The site is fairly lame– a couple videos (shot, as I found out from Ruby at Orange Politics, at Weaver Street, so the pranksters are local), but no real substance or lampoon.  But at the end of one of the videos, the voice says, “Vernon Twinburger is not campaigning for anything, because you’re already being served.”  Being served, indeed.  (The whole “you got served” thing would be more appropriate if the site had caused me to do anything other than waste two minutes on some YouTube videos.)
• My ability to work effectively is diminished by a factor of 12 for every hour of sleep under 7 that I get.  I slept about four and a half last night.  And somehow got dehydrated, even though I didn’t drink anything but water yesterday.  Like 20 gallons of it.  So I’ve spent most of the day getting rid of some of the more trivial, administrative things that I needed to do for, um, weeks.
• I swear to you, this campaign season is making me so tired.  I cannot stand it.  I cannot.  I just want to fast-forward now to November 4, cast my vote, and then sit back, drink a beer with friends, and watch CNN’s coverage of the widespread voter fraud and election-stealing.
• I got an iPhone app that allows me to upload photos to Flickr immediately after taking them, but have come to the realization that I don’t really have anything that I want to photograph.  I saw a bright orange ‘76 Mustang this morning and thought, “This could be my best chance to photograph something today.”  Hella lame, I tell you.

I will leave you with these thoughts from a friend who teaches elementary school:

1:17 PM I love being a kindergarten teacher: one of my boys just informed me that it took 3 dimes and 5 penises to make 35 cents

1:18 PM it’s the new math I guess

1:20 PM he then proceeded to tell me how his dad uses dollars because penises are hard to carry around

it took everything i had not to fall on the floor laughing hysterically

1:21 PM

my favorite one this week though is one of the boys very solemnly came up and asked me if I’d ever been in love

1:22 PM and whether it felt like a popsicle melting in your pants

1:25 PM