Election day

The only sad thing about this election day (well, aside from the death of Barack Obama’s grandmother), is how many people no longer have time to repair my opinions of them.

If you have said that Obama is a Muslim, that he’s a Marxist, that he’s the Antichrist, that he killed his grandmother, et cetera, you can just go jump off a cliff.

Vote against him?  No problem.  Many of the people I love best in the world would never vote for a Democrat.  But if you are such an idiot, such a vicious little slime, that you can see your way clear to lying, distorting, rumor mongering, then you don’t get my respect ever again.  And if you’re John McCain, you used to have it.

Na No-No

I didn’t even realize NaNo was coming this year. The thought of trying it makes me feel all woozy.

But I’ll volunteer some Plot Complications for those who are participating:

1. Someone has parked in your protagonist’s driveway!
2. Your protagonist’s mother may have Alzheimer!
3. The senator killed himself with auto-erotic asphyxiation!
4. There has been an outbreak of ptomaine poisoning!
5. Chickens! With guns!
6. It’s Christmastime and Wiis are still not available!
7. Zombies!
8. Zombie chickens!
9. Someone has a mysterious rash!
10. Your protagonist becomes a best-selling, wealthy, famous POET!