look, mom--I'm on a billboard!

  Well here it is, folks! Me. On a billboard.  Sure, it's with a whole bunch of other people, but hey--I'll take it!  I am the eighth from the right (in case you are not my mother and so cannot distinguish me in a crowd of people, all in the same position wearing just about the same thing).

   Exciting, right?!

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   Anyway...I watched some of the debate last night and does anybody else think that Senator McCain has rather short arms? Maybe that's just me. And no, that is not the only thing I took away from the debate.  I was paying attention; I also noticed that Obama has a nice smile.  

   Kidding.  Well, Obama does have a nice smile, but you know what I mean. 

  I called Delaware today--er, the voting hot line, I mean (if I could call Delaware, what would I say? Way to go at being first! Or maybe Nice beaches! Or even, It's okay, I know you're a state, no matter what anybody else may ignorantly say...) Anyway, I called the voters registry thing and made sure that I was indeed registered (round of applause for that one).  Then I found out how I can send in my absentee ballot, since I will be in Toronto during the election.  Turns out it takes a notary.

  A notary?!

  So now I have to find a notary here in Greenville to verify that I will indeed not be able to vote in the fine state of DE come November.  And I will probably have to pay $5 to do it.  Why do they make voting so difficult? I imagine there will be many people who do not vote absentee because of the whole notary issue. Or maybe I am just lazy.

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  Today I went to the gym.  And for a large portion of my time there it was me, a fellow cast-member, Pilar, and a man dressed in camouflage talking about "jest goin' trout fishin' down in  Beaufort," I kid you not.  He dropped down on the floor and proceeded to do some stretches in his camo and denim attire--after he removed his boots.  Lucky for him, if there had been any hunters in the gym they would have missed him entirely. Lucky for us, there were no hunters in the gym. Perhaps I should invest in some camouflage for my workouts. You know, just in case. 

  I love the South.  

 There is a Confederate Museum right near me.  I have asked a few people in the cast to accompany me, and so far almost everyone has said no.  John told me it sounded hideous and then asked me if I wanted to learn how to enslave black people.  

   No, I don't.  I just am fascinated by the Civil War. And anyway, I am a Yankee! Duh.  

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   One more thing: anybody want to explain "pork barrel spending" to me?  It's getting thrown around a lot lately, with these debates and everything, and I would like to a). know what it is and b). make sure I am not participating.

  In the words of my friend John, it sounds hideous.