NaNo: Day 2
Nov. 2nd, 2010 11:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tsukinofaeriiI VOTED! IN A FIELD! WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS!
Or, perhaps, a Scantron. I have been informed that I should post it, so here it is, the Slightly More Dramatic Than GTalk Version.
Okay, see. In 2008, I voted at a public library. Things went smoothly enough, othr than the raging butterflies. I get them every time I vote. I do not know why.
This year, I did all my research. I looked up people I did not recognize. I made notes on my example ballot. I looked up my voting place to be sure it had not changed. I was a good girl. Then, after work, I went, full of butterflies and determination to do my civic duty. (For the record, determination is not all that unlike butterflies.)
I got there. I waited. Oh, how I waited. Five minutes is an eternity when Butterflies Attacl. I was surrounded by people who were amused but not awkward at my hair. Someone's little girl asked to pet it. This is actually not unusual while I wait in lines. Mine is a mostly minority area, so I stood out even more than just the purple hair accounted for. And then, it was my turn for them to check my ID and make sure I was not an illegal alien sneaking into America to bring Democracy. My name is hard. I have more vowels in it than most people know what to do with. So it took a while, but I waited more, because I have lived a lifetime with a name that looks ike alphabet soup and am used to the effects.
Except this time, they did not find me.
Certain that this was a mistake, I went to a side table so someone could figure out what to do with me. I was informed that no, I am not a resident of Conservative Teeny Town USA. I am a resident of Raccoon Ass USA. (Which, I am sad to say, is a very good translation of the town's name.) I must vote there, at the Volunteer Fire Department.
But Election Lady, I protested. I voted in this place last time, and I have not moved! My ID says I live in Teeny Town, Not Raccoon Ass. I do not want to vote in Raccoon Ass. I want to vote here, surrounded by the books you have not yet managed to ban. Was there Redistricting? Have I been identified as a Liberal, and made to move as punishment?
No, I was told. I live outside Teeny Town. My address does not matter. I am to vote in Raccoon Ass, as they are certain I did last year. There was no Redistricting. I must surely be mistaken.
Personally, I was certain that I could tell a library from a fire department. This, later, I would see was much more obvious a difference than I thought at the time. But it was legal. And so I blessed in as polytheistic a way I could, because I was feeling petty, and I left.
Raccoon Ass is actually past my house. It is out of my way by a reasonable distance. But I traveled there, searching for my Fire Department. Surely it could not be hard to miss, being a Place of Voting, and also a Place of Fire Trucks. Eventually, I found it.
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is where I voted today.
And you thought the subject was a joke.
I was surrounded on all sides by Old White People. In a county that is mostly black, Raccoon Ass is like snow. Not just snow, but elderly snow. I was side-eyed immediately for my obvious fashion sense and taste in pentacles, but my name was listed. And so, I took my slightly grubby pen and my nice pristinebox of scraps Scantron to a table (privacy screens are for Socialist Marxist Commie Hippy freaks, I guess) and did my Civic Duty while a woman older than my grandpa watched me like she thought I would pocket the pen. On the ballot, there were proposals against gerrymandering. I fully expect them to fail, because my area is redder than a very red thing. (sigh) I tried. They fed my Scantron in, took back their pen and gave me my sticker.
And that was my experience with Democracy.
In today's NaNo, I baaaaarely made quota. We're talking, right over the wire. (sigh) Because I was 1) lazy, 2) distracted by Chicken Little, Waldo, The Ambiguously Gay Duo and Captain America in the Rally For Sanity pics and 3) poking RBB listlessly. I reached 3,411 words total, which means I actually wrote 1,692 words. Today's battle was... Laziness lol. Here is the evidence of my writerliness!
Or, perhaps, a Scantron. I have been informed that I should post it, so here it is, the Slightly More Dramatic Than GTalk Version.
Okay, see. In 2008, I voted at a public library. Things went smoothly enough, othr than the raging butterflies. I get them every time I vote. I do not know why.
This year, I did all my research. I looked up people I did not recognize. I made notes on my example ballot. I looked up my voting place to be sure it had not changed. I was a good girl. Then, after work, I went, full of butterflies and determination to do my civic duty. (For the record, determination is not all that unlike butterflies.)
I got there. I waited. Oh, how I waited. Five minutes is an eternity when Butterflies Attacl. I was surrounded by people who were amused but not awkward at my hair. Someone's little girl asked to pet it. This is actually not unusual while I wait in lines. Mine is a mostly minority area, so I stood out even more than just the purple hair accounted for. And then, it was my turn for them to check my ID and make sure I was not an illegal alien sneaking into America to bring Democracy. My name is hard. I have more vowels in it than most people know what to do with. So it took a while, but I waited more, because I have lived a lifetime with a name that looks ike alphabet soup and am used to the effects.
Except this time, they did not find me.
Certain that this was a mistake, I went to a side table so someone could figure out what to do with me. I was informed that no, I am not a resident of Conservative Teeny Town USA. I am a resident of Raccoon Ass USA. (Which, I am sad to say, is a very good translation of the town's name.) I must vote there, at the Volunteer Fire Department.
But Election Lady, I protested. I voted in this place last time, and I have not moved! My ID says I live in Teeny Town, Not Raccoon Ass. I do not want to vote in Raccoon Ass. I want to vote here, surrounded by the books you have not yet managed to ban. Was there Redistricting? Have I been identified as a Liberal, and made to move as punishment?
No, I was told. I live outside Teeny Town. My address does not matter. I am to vote in Raccoon Ass, as they are certain I did last year. There was no Redistricting. I must surely be mistaken.
Personally, I was certain that I could tell a library from a fire department. This, later, I would see was much more obvious a difference than I thought at the time. But it was legal. And so I blessed in as polytheistic a way I could, because I was feeling petty, and I left.
Raccoon Ass is actually past my house. It is out of my way by a reasonable distance. But I traveled there, searching for my Fire Department. Surely it could not be hard to miss, being a Place of Voting, and also a Place of Fire Trucks. Eventually, I found it.
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is where I voted today.
And you thought the subject was a joke.
I was surrounded on all sides by Old White People. In a county that is mostly black, Raccoon Ass is like snow. Not just snow, but elderly snow. I was side-eyed immediately for my obvious fashion sense and taste in pentacles, but my name was listed. And so, I took my slightly grubby pen and my nice pristine
And that was my experience with Democracy.
In today's NaNo, I baaaaarely made quota. We're talking, right over the wire. (sigh) Because I was 1) lazy, 2) distracted by Chicken Little, Waldo, The Ambiguously Gay Duo and Captain America in the Rally For Sanity pics and 3) poking RBB listlessly. I reached 3,411 words total, which means I actually wrote 1,692 words. Today's battle was... Laziness lol. Here is the evidence of my writerliness!
The warning light started blinking, and Jon reached for the papers he'd thrown out, then threw his hands up in the air when he realized he didn't have them anymore. "We're almost out of time, but one more question for both of you. What do you see in each other? I mean, you're kind of an odd couple here. Corporate elite and World War Two soldier. It sounds like the blurb on the back of a romance novel."
Steve leaned forward, the little smile he'd worn for most of the interview gone. "Maybe that's because it is," he said seriously. Background noise from the audience dropped down to total silence. "Tony's a great guy. He's smart, funny, loyal. What else do you want to hear?"
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Date: 2010-11-03 09:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-03 01:12 pm (UTC)I am, fortunately, surrounded be people who believe in the democratic process. It makes it much easier to vote. Peer pressure has benefits!
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Date: 2010-11-03 02:10 pm (UTC)And hey, you're rocking the snowflake world. You go, girl! Have some Cap!ass for your troubles...
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Date: 2010-11-03 03:02 pm (UTC)\♥/ Yay Cap ass! He would be very disappointed in American politics right now. :( On the bright side, the Gerrymandering laws actually passed! (is shocked)
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Date: 2010-11-03 03:21 pm (UTC)They already fight crime together. :D d'aww, Steve. You're getting some tonight. Not that that was really in doubt, I guess. I suspect you may need to act fast to prevent yourself getting some in the next five seconds, Tony is more than capable of pouncing on you on-set.
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Date: 2010-11-03 04:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-04 12:52 am (UTC)Steve oh Steve. I wandered into the fandom because I fell in love at first sight with movieTony but he has grown on me a lot.
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Date: 2010-11-04 12:53 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-11-04 01:43 am (UTC)I am very, very fond of Steve, but Tony is just so much fun to beat up. He angsts so pretty. Luckily, I do not have to choose.
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Date: 2010-11-04 12:58 am (UTC)Also, is that Steve anouncing his relationship with Tony on national television? Because I actually read Dying for a Drink last weekend(go me), and as far as I remember wether or not it was a relationship had not yet been decided. Steve's making progress, it seems.\o/
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Date: 2010-11-04 01:48 am (UTC)Yeah, Tony's going to be paying for that one for a while.
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Date: 2010-11-04 05:18 am (UTC)