My Apologies, City Different
They're still counting the votes in Cibola, but we do know that Santa Fe County came in at 71% for Kerry. So now I feel all bad for all those times I made fun of Santa Fe's city motto, "The City Different," and I'm sorry I called it "The City Pretentious," although really, now that I come to think of it, it was mostly my brother "The Real Jim" Jim's fault I did that. No, no, I take that back, I'm sorry, and I'm not going to call it that any more, not never.
Though I do plan to mention that I USED to call it that, whenever I get the chance.
It's one of those Albuquerque things. See, if you go to Albuquerque, you're able to recognize the gas stations and the McDonalds, and thereby procure gas and food, whereas if you go to Santa Fe you have to drive all round and round the plaza and down by that church where St. Joseph came by and miraculously built that circular staircase for the impecunious nuns, cause all the gas stations and McDonalds have been disguised as Indian pueblos, in the City Different, and that sorta goes up the noses of the Albuquerqueans, who like to string them out in long rows up and down what used to be Route 66, where they can find them.
So we occasionally take exception to that motto.
But as I say, no more in my case, cause they managed 71% for Kerry, and Bernalillo County, wherein resides Albuquerque, The City Sprawling, only managed 51%, awfully pale in comparison. Even Allegheny County, wherein resides Pittsburgh, The City Innerestin, managed 57%., but of course, it's a 'Burgh thing, 'n' 'at.
Work was depressing today, since we were all depressed. There was some discussion concerning Other Places To Live. Canada was the big winner, though I have my doubts about how happy our charming civilized neighbors to the north would be about seeing a bunch of us show up at the border. I see that the Volkswagen Syncronauts have provided a handy Election Guide which gives post-election instructions on this topic (drop to the floor and weep uncontrollably, first), so I'd like to thank them. I'd like to thank them a lot, in person, as I see from their site that my entire family and our cats will fit in one of their vehicles, so if by chance any of them are driving north I'd like to discuss their terms.
But, hey, here's something alarmingly amusing! In totally unrelated news -- different country, different topic -- we have information about what happens if you try to convert lions to Christianity, which is not, apparently, advisable. Do run the video. (No one will die, and no lions were hurt.) St. Francis, you'll remember, simply caused his wolf to quit harassing villagers. He did not annoy the wolf by yelling, "Jesus will save you," which is an inappropriate wolf greeting. Also, we now know, an inappropriate lion greeting.
Next time! Knitting content! I swear! I finished Mindless Bit O'Fluff II, and Sam will take pictures of it. And we'll get back to admiring knitting. Cause that's where it's at, in the City Innerestin. Life goes on.
But if any of you take it into your heads to convert the grizzly bears, DO have a buddy nearby, so we can get videos of it, ok? Cause I can use the cheering up.
Though I do plan to mention that I USED to call it that, whenever I get the chance.
It's one of those Albuquerque things. See, if you go to Albuquerque, you're able to recognize the gas stations and the McDonalds, and thereby procure gas and food, whereas if you go to Santa Fe you have to drive all round and round the plaza and down by that church where St. Joseph came by and miraculously built that circular staircase for the impecunious nuns, cause all the gas stations and McDonalds have been disguised as Indian pueblos, in the City Different, and that sorta goes up the noses of the Albuquerqueans, who like to string them out in long rows up and down what used to be Route 66, where they can find them.
So we occasionally take exception to that motto.
But as I say, no more in my case, cause they managed 71% for Kerry, and Bernalillo County, wherein resides Albuquerque, The City Sprawling, only managed 51%, awfully pale in comparison. Even Allegheny County, wherein resides Pittsburgh, The City Innerestin, managed 57%., but of course, it's a 'Burgh thing, 'n' 'at.
Work was depressing today, since we were all depressed. There was some discussion concerning Other Places To Live. Canada was the big winner, though I have my doubts about how happy our charming civilized neighbors to the north would be about seeing a bunch of us show up at the border. I see that the Volkswagen Syncronauts have provided a handy Election Guide which gives post-election instructions on this topic (drop to the floor and weep uncontrollably, first), so I'd like to thank them. I'd like to thank them a lot, in person, as I see from their site that my entire family and our cats will fit in one of their vehicles, so if by chance any of them are driving north I'd like to discuss their terms.
But, hey, here's something alarmingly amusing! In totally unrelated news -- different country, different topic -- we have information about what happens if you try to convert lions to Christianity, which is not, apparently, advisable. Do run the video. (No one will die, and no lions were hurt.) St. Francis, you'll remember, simply caused his wolf to quit harassing villagers. He did not annoy the wolf by yelling, "Jesus will save you," which is an inappropriate wolf greeting. Also, we now know, an inappropriate lion greeting.
Next time! Knitting content! I swear! I finished Mindless Bit O'Fluff II, and Sam will take pictures of it. And we'll get back to admiring knitting. Cause that's where it's at, in the City Innerestin. Life goes on.
But if any of you take it into your heads to convert the grizzly bears, DO have a buddy nearby, so we can get videos of it, ok? Cause I can use the cheering up.
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