I got a new button!

So, for those of you who knew/saw me during 2004, you might recall a particular button that I wore all the time. You know the one: it was blue, it said “Kerry” on it… yeah, that one. Well, as you may recall, the whole Kerry thing didn’t really turn out so well, but fear not for I remain undaunted! I have a NEW button now and while it’s not quite as blue as the last one, I’m definitely more excited about the guy whose name is on it.

*imagine there is a picture of me and my new button right here, someday there will be, I swear*

If you’ve been following along, you should be able to guess whose button I am now sporting, but in case you haven’t I will give you a hint. This is my constitutional law professor, the same guy who sprung Cindy Sheehan out of jail after the Capitol Police arrested her for wearing a t-shirt in the House chamber during the State of the Union address. Last night was the first big fundraiser of his campaign and I was out directing traffic and collecting donations from people as they walked into this great big coffee shop in Silver Spring (northeast of the District). The event itself was a bunch of local writers and poets (some of whom were law profs, others who were nationally syndicated) who got up and read some of their material, much of which was very enjoyable, but the really impressive thing was the turnout. As most of you (the ones who don’t live under rocks) have probably heard we (being most of the people on the mid-Atlantic coast and most of New England) also had a tiny little snowstorm last night. Now, to be perfectly honest I thought it was fantastic, but I’m also a born and bred Midwesterner whose ancestors were the barbarian tribes that went back to the frozen north after conquering Rome because it’s way to f%*# (for no apparent reason, this post is going to have a PG rating, let’s see how long it lasts) hot in Italy during the summer… which apparently skews my opinion somewhat.

Right, so the impressive thing was, even though the city was more or less shut down, the majority of the populace cowering in their homes where the big, bad snowflakes couldn’t get them, we still got something like 200+ people (my estimate) and raised $20,000+ (actual estimate). We are SO gonna kick ass in September.

Other than that, it’s been a pretty dull week. I went and got sick again (meaning I had that annoying cough and stuffy head thing that everyone else seems to have) and while I never did go to the doctor the last time I got sick, just because these symptoms are pretty much identical to my last illness doesn’t mean anything at all, I’m sure it’s just a coincidence. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. So yeah, I did actually go to the doctor this time and he gave me some wicked strong antibiotics (Doc: “you’ve had this cough for how many weeks?” Me: “err, several, it’s not debilitating, just annoying?” Doc: *sigh* “I’d better prescribe something strong then.” Me: “um, please put down that scalpel.” Doc: “shush, I need some blood to unlock the seal on the ‘special’ cabinet where we keep the really good stuff. Oh, I’ll need a virgin sacrifice too.” Me: “well shit, there goes the PG rating.”), and I feel much better now. Why did I go to the doctor this time you ask? Is there some specific reason my desire to be non-contagious suddenly trumps my aversion to spending three hours at that damn health center?

Maybe.

Aw crap. See, I knew this Old Forest thing was a bad idea. I’m trying to go north. NORTH damn it! But this path keeps going southeast. Stupid trees. How far have I come? 88 miles. How far do I have to go? 370 miles.

*grumble* Stupid elves building their stupid last strongholds against the coming shadow in the stupid mountains instead of on this nice, indefensible plain.