Saturdays with Troy

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Mon, 11 May 2009 22:42:00 +0000

During a conversation with Matt, I decided that I couldn't give this blog, or any other, justice. My mind is enriched with far too much wonder and greatness to contain it. Therefor, I did what any Internet-savvy and awesome person would do. I created a Tumblr account to just vomit my personality upon. Enjoy.

I'll still be coming back here from time to time, possibly. All I know is, I'm totally winning against Matt.

Hump Day

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 16:51:00 +0000

A lot of great adventures were had last week. I met a couple random and weird guys at the Cha Cha, watched the NFL Draft, ate a delicious Baranof breakfast, found a strange license plate holder and watched the Sounders win again.

What I didn't have was time to write it out (Sunday was hang-over nap day!). So I'll get to it soon... possibly. In the meantime, I saw this en route to watch the Sounders match and thought I could find some metaphor for the whole day wrapped up within it.

Oh, and last night I watched JCVD and ate pizza with gummie bears and tomato salsa chips on it. It was good.

Errands to Boot

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 20:38:00 +0000

To waste time between coffee and a wedding I wasn't invited to, I decided to accompany Matt on a couple neighborhood errands he had-- which worked out well as I bought 30 cans of High Life for 75.7 cents per pint.

First, we jetted three blocks in his Rabbit to the dry cleaners. He justified this emissions release with the fact it's a "green" dry cleaners. I thought it was a pretty solid argument.

In front of the apartment doors, next to the cleaners, our eyes spotted a make-shift flower pot made of a discarded milk carton. It was an odd place for a seeded flower pot, whether it be a DYI style pot or machine manufactured. So we investigated. It didn't hurt there was a hand written note sticking out of it. It read:

Sorry I missed you call last night-- I slept right through the ringer-- it wasn't intentional... I hope you had a good day off & enjoyed the Sun. I will be sure to ask my parents if they are up for a kegger in west tonight, that would be hilarious. My mom challenged you to a keg stand [illegible] Call me.

I found this incredibly endearing, assuming it's from a couple just starting to date. I also find it irresistibly intriguing considering someone's mother challenged her child's other half to a keg stand. This perplexity is enhanced by my image of my own mother, who would probably evaporate into pixy dust if she so much as touched a keg, as well as never having considered keg stands a competitive event. This mom sounds like she's got something to prove.

After picking up shirts I'm pretty sure Matt has never worn before, we went to the Safeway to grab some cold medicine and beers. While Matt deposited his check at the BECU branch found within, I found a table of $1 books, whose proceeds go to help someone less cool than me.

That's when I found this series of books titled "Men Made in America ." Fascinated by the cover art, I realized that each book is about a man for each state. I was captured in fascination by Mr. Hawaii's whiteness, Mr. New Mexico's remarkable Tom Selleck mustache and Mr. Oregon's blandness.

All in all, I'm about 95% sure that this mini-outing will still be more curious than a wedding ceremony. Oh wait, I see my flask now...

Rancho Brave

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Sat, 04 Apr 2009 19:42:00 +0000

After a (hopefully) wondrously successful apartment showing, I decided to stop by the Rancho Bravo taco bus, a quest I had been intent upon doing since I moved to Wallingford last September.

Walking up to the bus, I appreciated the Spanish first, English second menu and ordered myself up the two variants of a staple taco bus-- el carne asada y pollo tacos.

With great anticipation, which rumbled within my soul much like my hunger rumbled with my tummy, I sat at the table staring longingly at the four different sauces that begged for their inclusion in my tacos with small dribbles cascading down their pasty skins.

After six salivating minutes, in where my bus had come and gone, my tacos arrived, gently wrapped in foil. I ripped the foil into three pieces before I managed to unearth my long-sought treasures. I buried the chicken under mole and the steak under verde, and consumed as though sitting at my port side was the legendary Tekura Kobayashi.

In as long as it took to make, I had finished eating my delicious tacos. And with that, I picked up my backpack and walked to the bus stop on the corner.

While passing the adjacent donut house, I peaked inside the newsstand and saw some comforting news. While the crime was horrific, justice has been found-- and my quest for a good taco bus within city limits has as well.

Our President

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 22:08:00 +0000

Dear World,

I'm just popping in here, amidst personal life turmoil and upheaval, to let you all know: Our President is pretty darn cool.

TroyJMorris

End of My World.

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Sun, 21 Dec 2008 03:43:00 +0000

I return to here to tell you that I want to see this:

And that is shameful.

Moral of the Story: when you get laid off three times in one year, your standards really lower.

The Prediction

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Wed, 05 Nov 2008 06:18:00 +0000

With 43% of the precincts reporting a 52% Gregoire win, and only 14% of King County tallied, we've got the race.

Moral of the Story: no to moronic economic plans!

edit: she made her acceptance speech two minutes later.

Socialism Made Easy

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 23:59:00 +0000

A week or so ago, I got a little fisty and blasted the Red States for being what they hate most. Which, among other things, is being poor but taking money from the rich-- what they have dubbed "socialism."

Someone was kind enough to make a little graph that illustrates which States give, get, and make the most U.S. Dollars.

And continuing with Socialism Made Easy let's help those not in the know realize that Socialism and Communism are not the same thing. The quick and the dirty (ignoring types of either and allowing it to bleed outside of soley economic priciple)s:

Communism: .

Everything is provided equally to everyone, ignoring actual contribution, and creating a single (or nonexistent) class.

Socialism: The strengths of the few help to strengthen the many, helping create a larger middle, and not creating lopsided class warfare.

Essentially, Socialism is an economic structure that operates as a mid-way point between Capitilism (which creates a society where 1% of its members hold 90% of the wealth) and Communism (which creates a scoiety where 1% of its members hold 90% of the wealth) by creating a system where the majority of its members hold the majority of its wealth.

Kinda cool huh? We all get paid living wages and get medicine and security and education. And because of that, we actually start producing goods instead of just consuming.

Moral of the Story: sometimes, if it sounds too good to be true, it may just not be.

Half Way Marker

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 19:21:00 +0000

On Saturday, the lady and I took time out of our busy social calendar to carve some pumpkins with friends in West Seattle. The hostess went all out with the decorations.

On the wall across from the light switches that were next to the bathroom but controlled the sockets for the stereo so everyone turned off the music when trying to turn off the bathroom light was a poster where we were to write something scary about ourselves.

We carved a pumpkin sneezing.

Moral of the Story: having a clever lady is all it's cracked up to be.

Quietly Opposed

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 23:17:00 +0000

As I stated before, I'm keeping mostly quiet until the election (and its subsiquent hangover) are complete.

But seriously, a message to all Muslims out there. We really aren't all this stupid. Most of us still believe that this Nation's founding principles do indeed apply to all peoples-- regardless of race or creed.

As most who do exercise their literacy know, Obama is a Christian. However, I think General Powell said it best when he asked if it should even matter. Black, white, yellow, Christian, Muslim, Jew or what may have you: our Nation has become great thanks to tolerance of diversity.

That freedom is what our Founding Fathers (and mothers and brothers and sisters) fought for. That is what our soldiers risk their lives to defend. That is what we all should strive to protect.

So for people to spit in the face of our most true American values is not only un-American, it's "un-Patriotic." Perhaps Palin and Pfotenhauer should educate themselves on U.S. civics.

Moral of the Story: more often than not, if you have an enemy-- it is yourself.

Get the Vote Out in Masses

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 01:14:00 +0000

Last week I noticed a bunch of my friends were posting their mail-in ballot selection for President on Flickr.

I wanted to as well, so I rushed to my mailbox. I rushed inside with an official looking envelope and ripped it open , ready to join the Web 2.0 masses with pride. Unfortunately, all I had received was an offer for all 50 State quarters.

Well, the real deal arrived today, but the cool Web 2.0 train has left, so I'll ride my own train:

Moral of the Story: choochoo trains rewl!

This Political Season is Damp

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Mon, 20 Oct 2008 23:24:00 +0000

This has been a long political season. It has lasted for nearly two years. And the only thing I care about more than politics, is beer. So it goes without saying much, I'm exhausted.

My passion can be overwhelming at times, and having these rants rattling around my head can be cumbersome. Unfortunately, as I am oft to do, I get bogged down in the massive crowd of ideas. The reason I started this blog is to relieve the pressure my passions bring to me.

Writing (and life) get difficult to manage without proper parsing and compartmentalizing and it takes time to parse and compartmentalize. With that time, I become less enthusiastic about my ideas, and I had misconstrued the lessening enthusiasm with lessening quality. In order to maintain the enthusiasm, I had taken to quickly writing posts as they came up, or not writing them at all, if I couldn't do so post-haste.

Yesterday, I was digging through some older posts and decided that I have lost that little je ne se quoi that would make me read my own posts. I feel as though I must now hit the restart button. With ten days left in this political season, it's time to slow down and reflect; it's time to write and not expunge; it's time to be less about me (what a bore) and more about my thoughts; it's time for longer, better writing.

This is like the 12th restart of the TroyJMorris. This is also how I play video games. I just get bored and keep restarting. I think it makes life more fun.

Moral of the Story: keep on keepin' on.

Get a Clue

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Mon, 20 Oct 2008 22:14:00 +0000

This story has been exploding today.

It just goes to show the kind of sensationalism and bullshit some people will subscribe to.

A quick google search will show that Michelle Obama wasn't even in the State of New York, much less eating a $500 "snack," when the reciept was perporting her to be. I'm sure O'Reilly isn't as upset at this travesty in the least.

And most importantly: In yesterday's post, I insinuated I was against people a group of people based on religious or racial criteria. That is not the case. I was upset against the core-Far Right Wing, neo-cons calling up and leaving racist voicemails on ACORN's system, calling for lynching and death to immigrants and minorities. I have been ranting more and more extensively about this since returning from Montana. I have zero tolerance for that sort of ignorance and hate.

That is what I meant by some people are just better. Those who do not share that hate are better than those who have it.

The post was intended to be ambiguous to insight something out of that crowd I was condemning for their behavior. The image I used, however, lost it's ironic meaning and pushed my post over the edge of civility. For that, I apologise for any offense.

I just wanted to clear that up. A mixed message is the worst message. I don't mind offending, but I do mind offending the wrong group.

Moral of the Story: be clear, or be a fool.

Just Leave

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Mon, 20 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000

This message goes out to all the poor, illiterate, welfare absorbing, over-populating, ignorant, anti-Americans: Leave my country.

You don't belong. Go back to where you came from. We don't want you here. We used you in the 18th and 19th century to solidify our new nation. You offer us nothing. You take what we give you for granted and make us weaker for it.

There's a reason why the world hates you. There's a reason why you're poorer than us. There's a reason why you have more teen pregnancies than us. There's a reason why your crime rates are higher. There's a reason why you have lower IQs. There's a reason why you take more in taxes.

And yeah, you should die for it.

edit: I wasn't speaking about immigrants or minorities. This was a message to all the racist folks claiming Obama and others should be hanged. Or worse. And the picture was meant to be an attack on those who celebrate one race's power over another. I know I crossed the line using it.

Moral of the Story: some people are better than others. It doesn't sound good, but it's true.

Trust Me

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 21:44:00 +0000

I had something worthwhile to post here. It involves me and my first love. But after a friend sent me this image, my mind has turned to sauerkraut. I've seen things I thought were horrible, forever etched into my cornia for some future fringe scientist to try and read to gain a better understanding of our time but nothing has gotten this close to pure horror.

That which has been seen, cannot be unseen.

Moral of the Story: when in doubt, just stop.

Ch-ch-ch- Changes

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 21:31:00 +0000

I hate change.

I don't mean change as in my pennies, nickles and dimes. Those are fun to jingle in my jacket pockets and play guess the coin while waiting for the bus.

I don't mean I hate change as in Obama's our hope change, USPS change of address change, or even the infamous: change your tone change. I mean change in appearance change.

Today, I loaded up my iGoogle page and I'm bombarded with another unsuspected alteration in Google interfacing. I hate when this happens and Google is netorious for it.

It's not that I don't like the changes they impliment. The changes are (usually) pretty damn sweet. Cleaner, faster, more efficient.

And this change is one of their better changes. I'm a big fan of leaving everything on one page in frames (except for gmail). But everytime Google does a change in UI, it's like I'm getting a cold bucket of water dumped on me before I've wakened. It's niether pleasent nor productive.

A little bit of warning, like Facebook did, with letting me know you changed it and why and then giving me the option to take the change. I mean, there's something to be said for getting the suprises during use, but I just need that second to prepare... who knows, it could give my over-caffinated heart an attack.

Flickr did this today as well, making it a big day for change. And man, I'm really tired of improving myself.

Moral of the Story: if things are going to be getting better, we should have a choice to say good-bye to the bad first.

Soothing Rain

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 18:47:00 +0000

As you may have been able to tell from yesterday's post, I'm not a fan of the actual building I spend the paying third of my life.

I've been thinking of trying to work from home some days, or perhaps up the street at the cafe so I can pop in for meetings. But that all means I'd have to change my signature to route calls to my cell, and golly I sure do hate that.

So in the meantime, while I ponder and await my move on Monday, I have done the unthinkable (Well, that's not entirely true. I thought it once when I was working at Target and wondering around trying to look busy during closing. I just kept playing with this one display).

I am listening to Sounds of Nature. It is currently raining (refreshingly, I might add) in my ears. It's a solid 10 minutes. Up next is a revitalizing waterfall, so I was getting sort of anxious. But then it started to rain a bit harder and my whelming was curbed just enough to wait the remaining 4 minutes.

A little secret: it's working.

Moral of the Story: it really is lovely when it rains.

This Buzz is Killing Me

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Tue, 14 Oct 2008 23:25:00 +0000

With the florescent lighting that hangs like the cold and uncaring heavens above me, I feel achy and heavy eyed all day long. I feel as though I haven't had a wink in a fort-night. I feel as though my brain has been gnawed upon by a slightly radioactive gerbil for the last 72 hours. I feel as though I am physically pushing my words out, but even monosyllabic words weigh as much as a Volkswagon.

Thank you bad and un-natural lighting. Thank you for the memories.

Hopefully, when I move up to the 2nd Floor next week, I will be in an office where I can use a lamp. Otherwise, I'll be forced to build some sort of cubical rooftop and cubical saloon-style doors.

Moral of the Story: if you want to increase productivity, rule number one is to not create an environment where your workers want to die.

Who's to Blame for the Crash?

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Sat, 11 Oct 2008 01:50:00 +0000

I told you all this would happen.

Consider this your final warning. They're coming. And they have our money.

Moral of the Story: don't underestimate eight tentacles.

Brits and Bears

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 22:11:00 +0000

I'm not traditionally a jealous guy-- Okay, I am a jealous guy, traditionally. My jealousy usually manifests itself in the very flattering, insult the other guy with a snide and/or mocking remark about his choices or intellect, implicitly comparing mine to his and leave the impression of my superiority in all things manly.

On the plus side, I usually bring his demise by way of Socratic method by asking an open ended remark, leaving my lady of choice to draw her own conclusion of the other man's "loseriness."

E.G.,

"Is that guy drinking a heff' without a lemon? That's really weird... Who does that?"

"I don't know, that is weird. Yuk!"

I've had reasonable success with this method. In the very least, it's easy to back peddle out of.

But traditions are meant to be broken, and this morning has shown me that my traditional jealousy may need some updating.

Unlike yesterday's wondrous start, which included but was not necessarily limited to: crisp air, blue skies, sunshine and a bicycle ride, this morning was filled with grey skies, a missed bus, a bus packed with 12 high school students and 15 retirees on separate field trips, an unknown coworker walking to work burning balloons and knocking down signs, and general blueness within.

So my mind wanders when sad. Today it wandered to a trip my lady and I will be taking with some friends in November. We've rented a cabin in some mountains to the East and plan on hunkering down for a three day weekend. Fire, snow, rum and hot-tubs. I'm genuinely excited, as I've been wanting to rent a cabin with my lady for some time now. Originally, my plan was just for just a few couples to go. It's turned into more of a mish-mash of 10 or so folks. That honestly isn't an issue. However, because of a later minute change in dates, a friend will be in town visiting that has gotten a default invitation.

I have no actual problem with individual. I've talked to him several times, and I like him. He's actually a nice and funny guy and I'm excited to have him on this trip. However, as I already stated, my sad mind wandered today. It is unfortunate, but in my sad state, I lumped this Good Man in with another man of his same decent, different moral fiber.

This other man and I have issues, strong and undeniable issues. The conflict surrounds his undying and incessant love proclamations for my woman and his infidelity to his wife. I've let involved parties know that the line has been drawn and if crossed again, I will be forced to puff up my chest and bang my fist loudly.

Onto the point: While trying to drown out the old people and young people and chase the blues away, my mind wandered to unfounded and ridiculous jealousy.

"What if he's super cooler than me? I mean, he does have a beard... But I have to be more manly than him, even if I don't have a beard and am going bald. He's British, I'm Irish."

It was then I realized my destiny; the only way to protect my woman from Brits, lumberjacks, rich old guys, sexy young guys and really hot women with big boobs. I had to punch a bear.

So that's my plan. When we're renting the cabin, I'll be sitting on the porch, bourbon in my left hand, waiting for a bear to appear and get himself a Love TKO.

Moral of the Story: the manliest of men have the best imaginations.

Wait... You Mean I Don't Get My Delorian

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 23:40:00 +0000

The last piece of actual furniture my house needs is a bookshelf. I'm not talking some itty-bitty, three shelf, junior high bookshelf. I'm talking a inches from my ceiling (80 inches), deep, wood, solid man of a bookshelf to handle all my lovely paper and hard back bound words.

I sit down to peruse Craigslist, even though I don't own a car so nabbing a bookshelf is very difficult, and what do I see?

Seriously, if you haven't figured that out by now, I don't think 24-point bolded font is going to help you not blow your savings.

But this reminded me of something that I noticed last month. I was helping a friend look for a job by using CL, and I noticed a horrifying trend. Q13 Fox had a story on it the other morning, but I wasn't able to watch it.

I'm pretty familiar with the tactics used by affiliates to get themselves rich quick. There are some shady, if not down right criminal, methods they employ to get rich quick. I knew a guy who was actually an affiliate for his own affiliate program at a large corporation I shall not name. Shady shady shady. But this one I recently discovered... this is down right sick.

It prays on the, shall we say, less educated and qualified amongst the workforce. The scammers/affiliates tend to target receptionists type employees who wish to excel but may not possess a B.A. or B.S. or some other $40,000+ piece of paper.

The affiliate posts as a small firm or medical office on craigslist for an entry-level position, offer great health benefits and touting the chemistry in their family owned office. They even care about the education of their employees, hence, after 6 months, you are eligible to have some college tuition paid for.

Who wouldn't want that? So I sent in my friend's resume for a couple of these positions. It was a little strange that they were offering $14/hr and up, but I hadn't heard of anything like this before.

Within minutes, responses have come into her inbox. "That's rather fast," I thought, "and they all hit at once." I opened a selection of the emails and they all wanted me to apply through this other gateway, something about a technical issue on their end...

I followed the link to the gateway and was subsequently asked if I want more information on higher education, after re-sending the resume. My ears perked up, figuring something was up, but I already sent it in, so why not? And education was one of the reasons I responded to the ad in the first place. The next page I arrived at was filled to the brim with ugly and cluttered logos for e-learning, bullshit vocational, over-promise-and-under-educate fake colleges. That is when I realized: some affiliate is getting rich. Quick.

But this "affiliate program" goes beyond pop-up windows and Google Pack. This cuts right into the hopes of many unemployed folks who are chock-full of desire to better one's self. (With my State's unemployment at 6%, that's a good number.) I know when I was unemployed, even just reading about an interesting job which I was qualified for got me all twitter-pated. To have that excitement deflated by rejection or no response is bad enough that getting scammed brings it to a whole new, frustrating level.

To the affiliate(s) in question: you're evil filth. I won't mince words. When you're caught, I'll write so many mean things about you and yo' momma, you'll cry. Because you're a cry-baby.

Home is a Little Less Sweet

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 00:31:00 +0000

Friday evening, I left the Great Pacific Northwest and headed 12 hours and 800 miles Northeast, towards the Saskatchewan/Montana border. The details to why I hurried myself to Havre, MT and back within a weekend shall go unspoken for the sake of others. Suffice it to say: I earned my medal.

While the two hour drive from Great Falls to Havre sent chills down my spine, it was spotted with tractors, a house built into a cave, a very scary looking tavern off the road and two old men trying to cross the highway. But the town and the trek were so insanely foreign and creepy, we left after a brisk couple hours.

On the return trip, however, I fought sleep, ghosts, and police to get to the best town not on the shore of a significant body of water. Wallace, Idaho is my new dream. I spent much of last night touting this majestic town to the "city folk" at the Nite Lite. I shall try to express the proper grandness of this silver mining town. The interwebs is no place to weave a tapestry to illustrate this town. That must be done in person. So I shall just give you a few key points:

Snowmobile route.
Met a lady they call "Maine-ard" because she's from Maine. She believes Spokane has too many people.
$1.50 ICE cold Rainer cans. Seriously. All their beer is in ice.
Potluck after the game at the bar.
Bordello Museum.
Railroad Museum.
Melodrama theater.
Wolves.
Six bars, one church.
Walk down every street in under 20 minutes.
For every McCain sign, there is an Obama.
Every man has a mustache.
They still mine silver.
The average house is 70k.
The, get this, entire town is listed on the Historical Registry.

Yeah, I know. Fucking cool huh?!

Moral of the Story: sometimes, the best things in life are found far, far away.

The Mean Streets of Spokane

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 22:03:00 +0000

Seriously..... There is a street view for Spokane and not for Seattle (yet)?!

I know I saw the Google Camera Car when I was on the NE corner of 3rd and Bell. I want to be famous already, Google!-- so hurry it up.

Wink Fink

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 20:56:00 +0000

I watched last nights Veep debate in HD, so I felt more like I was getting castrated than getting a boner every time Palin spoke. I noted she lost the Tina Fey glasses, which probably helped morons count winks.

Seriously... a great debate from Joe Biden, a relatively decent showing from Palin (although I've seen better in a high school debate class-- seriously, her exercise of US Federal Gov't practices at an 11th grade level), and all people can talk about is the winking?

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

73 million viewers for the most important debate of the national political season and we're talking about winking? By the last 30 minutes, the gloves were off and fire was surrounding the stage. Rhetoric cutting the air, facts imploding and exploding and Gwen Ifill asking a series of solid questions and pinning the candidates down as best one can... and the press and bloggers want to talk about winks!

How about Biden finally doing what I've been trying to do, turn the neo-cons words against them and call out truly "un-patriotic" behavior as just that? He uttered the term no less than three times and has a serious significance on this race and the next two or more years. Or how about when Palin would clench her jowls and blink overtly when she was in waters outside her 3.5 talking-point wading pool? Don't you think that is more illustrative and informative than her pandering, small game winking?

Or how about my topic: this is the most important debate this season.

There is not a single doctor who has seen McCain's medical records who doesn't agree the man will not survive his presidency.

There are nuts and idiots (51%, roughly) in this country and a good portion of them wouldn't mind seeing the first black president shot dead. And at least one will likely accidently succeed.

For the first time in nearly 40 years, there is a significant chance that a Vice Presidential candidates will be our Commander-and-Chief.

Stop with the winking and treat this with the caliber of intelligence this subject deserves.

Moral of the Story: when a woman is in politics, it all boils down to trivia.

It's Coming....

troyjmorris@gmail.com (TroyJMorris) — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 05:37:00 +0000

Oh if I had my machine during those 90 minutes.... what a time. Tomorrow, barring unforeseen work issues, I'll be here spouting the Absolute Truth.

I called Palin's three point five talking points. And sure enough, right before her closing arguement, BAM! there they were all summed up: Taxes for small business, Energy, Surge in Iraq, and the half goes to McCain's "vote" against Fanny and Freddie.