And I was only interested in the Board of Education, anyway

So West Virginia had their primary election yesterday, as I'm sure everyone knows since for some reason, Hillary Clinton has basically lived here for the past several days (Dear New York - Please take her back. Thanks lots. Love, Kim). I left the clinic where I'm working on some days of the week (a great little rural clinic near my house - I mean, near my real home, my parents' house) and realized it was about 7:17PM. Usually not a problem, but I was about 15 minutes from my polling place, closing at 7:30PM, and I was dead-set on voting because I wanted to vote against the current Board of Education president. Under her public face, she doesn't really care about education - sports are much more worthwhile* - she doesn't stand behind the great teachers of our county (the only ones who care enough about the kids to try to give them a chance at a better life, instead of continuing the welfare cycle.) She says ladylike and professional things at county commission meetings (which are taped, by the way) such as threatening to "cut off the balls" of a guy she disagrees with. Nice, huh? She could have at least said "castrate". And also, whenever she's quoted in our county newspaper Democrat Party spin machine, her grammar makes me want to hide in a corner and never come out.

But that's just my opinion.

I rolled in at about 7:31PM, meeting Mom & Dad on the way, and ran down the hall to my precinct's room.

Me: Am I too late???

Republican pollworker: No, come on in!

Democrat pollworker: She can't vote! The polls are closed!

Republican pollworker: Are those machines still on?

Some guy: Yes ...

Republican pollworker: Then she can vote! Come on in!

Meanwhile, I was doing this interesting in-out-in-out peepee dance in the doorway while they kept giving me conflicting information. The rest of the story - the machine still gave me a ballot and let me submit it, so I voted. A lot of good it did - The Queen of Bad Grammar (With Castration On the Side) got voted in anyway. Drat.

* Sports is ONLY more important if a kid happens to be 6'11 in the 12th grade and headed for a pro career. Otherwise, studying to keep yourself from being ignorant is a fantastic idea.

EDIT - I forgot something about the voting experience. There was a guy at the other machine who said that he couldn't read, so a pollworker was helping him. She asked who he wanted for president, and he said, "The white woman!" Ha.

Well, I guess that's a good thing...

... since he's going to be basically my only option. Also, my Hillary score was 10 and my Barack Hussein Obama score was 5. Heh.

Take the quiz yourself.

Political talk

Mom: I saw some polls on the news - in the national poll, Hillary was first among the Democrats ...
Me: They're idiots if they give Hillary the nomination.
Mom: ... and Fred Thompson was third among the Republicans.
Me: Yay!
Mom: Then they had a state-by-state poll, and John Edwards was first ...
Me: Boo.
Mom: And Mitt Romney.
Me: Well.
Mom: It was a state-by-state poll, you know, for the carcasses.
Me: Ha ha ha ha.

She meant caucuses. Caucusi? What's the plural of caucus? Don't tell me, I don't have room for that information until Wednesday evening.

Only one prescription

Al Gore, on the fake global warming:

"The Earth has a fever and just like when your child has a fever, maybe that's a warning of something seriously wrong," Gore said on "Good Morning America" today.

Someone should tell Al that the only prescription for a fever is MORE COWBELL.

It had to be done.

Postpourri

Well, this afternoon I emerged unscathed from the bowels of the Evil Pharamologic Emperor Zurg (I hope.) NOTE: Sometimes I type bizarre things, like "Evil Pharmacologic Emperor Zurg" to see if someone eventually Googles them and finds the bizarrity-containing post. They usually do.

Tomorrow at noon I have pathology and then patient care (have I started studying for patient care yet, you ask? The answer is no. No, I haven't. I'm still knee-deep in the breast and ovary - which are our pathology topics this test block.) I'm almost to the point of not caring, though. That happens long about midnight the night before a test - I just get too tired to care. I'll do all I can do, and that's all I can do at this point. I can always study more efficiently next time - besides, I did well on our last pathology and patient care block (thanks be unto the Lord!)

I had the Grammys on last night while I crammed drugs into my head (I mean, drug names and uses and adverse effects and such, which is really like learning another language) and I have some thoughts. (They include the Dixie Chicks and how flarking annoying they are. And no, it's not just because they're liberal. I really could compose a manifesto entitled, "Why the Dixie Chicks Make Me Want To Peel Off My Own Skin". But I just don't have that kind of time.) I'll elaborate on the Grammy broadcast later, maybe tomorrow - as soon as I take The Best Nap Ever™, scheduled to begin somewhere around 3:30, after Christy, Michael, Todd and I have our post-block celebratory lunch. Er - pre-dinner, post-lunch. Afternoon snack. Whatever.

I adore the new Blogger, because it lets me add tags to my posts, like "Medical Scruel" (thanks to Rush Limbaugh for the "scruel" thing - it so applies to the "medical" variety. Medical school is tortuous (like the splenic artery) and I can't wait to be finished with it.) I've made some good friends, though, and I ::heart:: them. It can't be said enough.

Al Gore, can you 'splain to me why it's colder than it has been in a decade in this area, and why I had to go buy a space heater for my apartment this winter because my toes literally turn blue from the outside drafts? Hmm? I thought the sun was progressively working on incinerating us all. (Don't wax poetic on the truths of global warming in my comments, please - I'm just not going to believe you, and it will waste both of our time.)

Has anyone seen Mozart and the Whale? I'm thinking of renting it tomorrow, but not if it's crap (like Edmond with William H. Macy and Julia Stiles, which without a doubt is the worst movie I have ever seen in my entire life.)

Nicholas Cage always looks like he's about to fall asleep.

And Christy has a cat that barks. For real.

Goodnight, y'all.

An open letter to Leonardo Dicaprio

Dear Leonardo Dicaprio,

An anti-venom is not the same thing as a vaccination. If you were bitten by a black mamba* snake, having someone standing by with a syringe of vaccine would do you no good at all. You should call me first, I'd keep you from saying goofy things like that on national television. But don't go thinking that I'm going to listen to your environmentalist crap, because that's just stupid.

Kisses,
Kim

*When I typed "black mamba" up there, I first typed "black malva", which, as it turns out, is an Aveda shampoo. And it's not at all dangerous - requires no vaccination OR anti-venom. So there you go. Don't confuse your snakes with your shampoo.