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She Knows Just Enough To Be Dangerous

I’m sitting here in my office attached to my Comcast modem through an Ethernet cable much like a fetus is attached to its mother with an umbilical chord. I’m not happy about it. Right now I’m looking out the window at a fat bird sitting on a branch of a bare tree. I’m watching that bird trying to think happy thoughts, happy, happy thoughts. It’s a necessity, I can feel my blood pressure rise by the minute.

I’m supposed to go vote but I keep putting it off thinking I can crack the stupid code that is far too geeky for my, uh, geekiness. Wireless routing and MAC cloning are just out of my capabilities. I know I have to do it and I’m fairly sure I know what I’m doing but I can’t access my wireless router page in order to do it. I’m spitting IP addresses at this point. As usual, I know just enough to know it’s what I need to do but I do not have enough knowledge to get to the point at which I can DO it. I might as well give up and go vote. However, I feel the same about voting for the democratic candidates.

Each candidate is bringing incredible intelligence to the table although Hilary’s lack of humility bothers me ( a lot) and Obama’s lack of experience bothers me (a bit). Frankly, the fact that Ted Kennedy endorsed him bothers me more than anything. All that aside, I think integrity matters. If one were required to vote on that issue alone I’d have to give Obama my vote in spite of Kennedy’s endorsement. I see truth in something I read on Boston.com “Electing him, he argues, is less of a gamble than awarding the presidency to a politician stewed in Beltway thinking.” After living in the area for three years, I get that.

*Sigh* I don’t trust myself to cast the proper vote. I’m dangerous.

That’s all I’m going to say about that. My momma taught me not to talk about religion or politics in polite company. Some days I follow that adage, other days, not so much. Today, due to my already elevated blood pressure, I’m going to make my mother happy and stop. I shouldn’t talk about wireless routers and Comcast numbnuts either. They make me swear like a sailor and I KNOW Mom wouldn’t be happy about that. “How ugly!” she’d say.

This is true mom, this is true. I’d better go vote.

Love to all, be good, be brave.

Listening to: Bruce Springsteen – Eyes On The Prize


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