Yes, I'm voting today.  The polling place is at church, so I certainly know how to get there.  And no, I'm not voting for that guy.  I didn't vote for him last time, either (I didn't live here the time before).  I feel that bigger business and growth for its own sake has been given priority over people who actually need to live in this city, all eight million plus of us.  He's done some things I'm happy about - environmental record really not bad, the stray alliance helped get my cat into the shelter before I adopted him, I like no-smoking restaurants and bars, and gun-control accountability isn't a bad thing at all - but he has a tendency to then either stick his foot in his mouth or support something stupid.  And I feel like the election was bought a long time ago.  That plus not asking the voters if he could run again (and the city council is in on this) and just assuming we'd want him on the ticket burnt my ass the most.  Go play with your money, dude, and let the battered remnant of democracy have its turn. 

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While the Yankees made the score a little more respectable last evening, they still lost.  Next game is at home, tomorrow, I think; let's see them win it here.  A lot of the country likes to root against, them just because they don't like NY ("rooting for NY is like betting on the house in blackjack" according to some - the analogy breaks down because the house never loses for long unless the other side cheats; who wants to root for cheaters?).  Most of those people have never been here and don't know what they're hating; my response to that ignorance is a Bronx cheer.  (Heh.)  Arrogance is rarely if ever excuseable, but when your record is better than anyone's, it hard not to brag it up.  That said, Philadelphia is playing some good ball these days, and may well take home another ring.  Fair play to them if they do.  You might think I'm not much of a fan to say that, but I liked the three and a half years I lived in Philadelphia, and if I hadn't moved and lived in NY and environs for 11 years, I might feel differently.  I'm not interested in hating.

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I finally joined Facebook.  I felt at first like I'd succumbed to the inevitable or perhaps the Borg, and in a way, that's what it was.  I was on there at one point with not my full name, and did it more as a social experiment than for actually keeping in touch with people and that sort of thing.  I killed that account after letting it lapse (continually receiving friend requests from Dutch perverts and amorous wall postings from overenthusiastic Egyptians and the like got old after a while) and finally set it up with my own name, mostly (initials).  I am embarrassingly addicted now, though if my mother ever gets on I'll be decidedly less enthused.  Fortunately she seems far enough outside of the main demographic/s and sufficiently keeps in touch in other ways with her friends so that it isn't attractive.  I'm not sure why her being there would be a buzz kill since my aunt is on it (barely) and my friends' parents are on it and I'm not fussed.  I mainly got on it to keep up with friends' updates and see their children's pictures (my godchildren in particular), which is a definite plus.  I don't friend any people who I haven't actually known in person, with two exceptions.  Also nice: connecting with people from college, high school, and earlier.  I found several who I had been looking for for years and more years, and frankly that alone made joining worth it, as they were as pleased as I was and some said they had been looking for me too, which was lovely.  Strange: people I didn't know well in school who instantly sent friend requests.  Stranger: boys who committed the bog-standard adolescent social torture on me who sent friend requests.  Of these two categories, I've decided that they just recognize the name and want a big friend list, and that there isn't much thought beyond that.  I accept most of them out of curiosity.  I have one request that I ignored from a stupid bint who pissed off and took advantage of me and several of my friends in college and after college (we'd all gone to school together since we were nine, she wasn't a new college friend) and who I specifically chose not to keep in touch with.  She probably thinks I'm a bitch.  I am, but not for the reasons she thinks.  So, that has been interesting for the last month or so.  I expect I'll get tired of it soon enough but right now it is entertaining and interesting. 

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I can't tell if the Pervski and Mrs. Comrade Pervski have moved out or are just having their apartment painted.  They moved out sometime last week and then it was totally empty and then people were in with ladders and suchlike.  Even if they did move they're still in the neighborhood, or at least he is; saw his big profile and thinning hairline on the train yesterday morning.  If they have moved out I hope they're not replaced by further ass-baring perverts (I still think she didn't know he was doing that).