Not So Super Tuesday

I am not happy with the election results, I'll just leave it at that. I can't believe how agitated I feel. This could end up being the biggest election dilemma I've yet faced. The whole thing is painful to watch. I'm not sure what irritates me the most, Wolf Blitzer's stuttering, CNNs touch board which I'm afraid if they keep touching is going to zoom right into my bedroom at which time they will single me out as one of the 70% of the 48% of the 25% of people that have no idea how a caucus is run, or the actual candidates themselves. I don't propose this turn into a political blog, but it's staggering how American politics has turned into the most unfortunate reality TV. Personally, I prefer the weather channel. Speaking of which..

...we are having a severe thunder storm and tornado warning. Cool. I love weather. It is so dramatic and motivated. In the event I am sucked into a twister while I'm writing I'll do my best to record how it feels in the vortex of a giant water spout. I didn't start this blog for nothing.

I have ideas how I can take this blog into a not unmeaningful direction. Jason, my first blog commenter, (I wish I had a prize for you but alas, I just have this call out), suggested I dig deeper, and I think that is good advice. Of course that means I may have to forfeit the usually inevitable discussion about the unbearable lightness of being me.. including the ubiquitous anecdotes about my cat, relationships, and recent museum visits, ramblings about missing Brooklyn (where I hail from), additional ramblings about how I wouldn't miss Northern Virginia if and when I move back to New York City, a humble admission that I am perpetually looking for a new job because I have yet to find one that feeds my soul, and another that I just sent myself a message on Facebook.

Peace Out.