Blogging Politics'll Be Fun

On that last note, I should probably state for the record that I tend to come down on the conservative side of things and that I tend to prioritize certain concerns about American foreign policy and its role in the Middle East. Current state of mind on that: thoroughly, incredibly, despondently disappointed. Ask me about it in person.

At this time, having followed all the debates and the candidates fairly closely, I can't see myself voting for anybody. I'm really hoping that one of the Republicans sees his way to doing something really impressive over the next year that I can hang my hat on. The chances of that happening are slim though. For the time being, I'm just enjoying the experience of watching this tremendous political theater play out from a DC vantage point. It's like a magic show, but with more smoke and mirrors and sleight of hand.

And in Hillary's case, more plants in the audience.

So... Super Tuesday should indeed be fun but that's currently the extent of my comments on the matter. Should she choose to post a bunch of poltical stuff, J's theories on the world are sure to be more well-reasoned and coherent than my own gibberish, and I'm looking forward to reading that.

Currently I'm lying in bed... still... having recently taken my meds to cure what has become a nearly-permanent illness of one type or another, and a true pain in the ass in general. My theory is that I got a flu immediately following finals, suffered through that for a week and a half, had that evolve into the obligatory follow-up sinus infection, and then somehow had that develop into what the doctors call "pneumonia". So now I'm on bed rest for the next couple of days, which is an easy way to minimize the coughing and thus prevent my taxed ribs from just giving up the good fight and cracking. It's a story I'll tell my grandkids, if I ever stop coughing and hacking and being so incredibly gross that marriage and couplehood seem like real prospects again.

'Gather round, children. Let me tell you about the time I became the poster-child for immunological deficiencies."

And while tangentially referencing marriage and couplehood, lemme just send out best wishes for Refuah Shelaymah to AC and RSC, who seem to be similarly mucousically talented from what I've read over at Small Thoughts.

Breathe well, sleep easy.

Over'n'out.