Inspired by :

If you were a religion, what would…

belief in you be called:
Southern Rocketist

Central tenants or commandments:
1. If an deed done by thee be less than virtuous, thou shalt admit so to yourself rather than rationalize it away.
2. Thou shalt not use the name of Skyline Chili in vain.
3. Thou shalt patiently explain to the phillistines that Joe Vs. The Volcano is a fairy tale of the highest order, and should be respected as such, regardless of what Tom Hanks himself may think.
4. There are always Worse Things.
5. The only things thou haveth to fear are fear itself, and bears.
6. Thou shalt not be Complacent.
7. Thou shalt make it up as thy go along, except where money is concerned, in which case Thou Shalt Plan.
8. Thou shalt not hold thyself to thy childhood dreams of being a stuntman, if thou hast changed thy mind.
9. Thou shalt put thine self in thy brother’s shoes.
10. Thou shalt think of a 10th commandment.

Quintessential Hymn(s):
Lean On Me
The works of Lyle Lovett, especially Here I Am
The works of the Crash Test Dummies
The works of the Bare Naked Ladies
Any swing music

I went and voted this morning. To be honest, I haven’t voted since 1996, not that I’m proud of that. I moved before the 2000 election, and didn’t get re-registered in time, so it’s my fault Mr. Bush got elected. I’m awful sorry.

I’ve never been in tune enough to know when those other votes take place. Usually, I find out the day of, when people start showing up with their little stickers.

Today was a much better experience than the first Georgia vote. The polling place was 3 blocks from my house, and there was no line. I had my pick of the booths. I chose a nice one near the exit… location, location, location. The first time I voted here, I waited for 2 hours in the blazin’ sun. I was sun-stupid by the time I cast my votes, so I might have tried to vote using the water fountain, I have no idea.

On my way to work, I was nearing my exit off 400, when a huge plastic sheet flew off the pickup in front of me. It was probably 8′ x 10′ and smacked into my car, covering the front and windshield completely. I rolled down the window and stuck my head out so I could see to pull over. Part of it had gone under the car and melted to something, because now my car smells like melted plastic.

Let me tell you, if you’re feeling a bit bleary on the drive to work, that is one way to wake you up all quick like. Not that I’m recommending it, mind you. Much better to just have some coffee or your caffiene vehicle of choice.