Honestly? I'd vote for him long before I voted for Arnold Schwarzenegger. (And would you believe that little Georgie Bush said that he thought that Arnold would make a good governor? And just why would that be, Georgie? All his political experience? Ha ha ha ha!)
(This morning's Thistle-snark brought to you by McDonalds. You deserve a break today!)
Mmm, egg sandwich and a super-sized Diet Coke. Normally I only get a medium soda and drink water after that, but I lost my waterbottle so I'm waterless at work at the moment.
I'm glad to see this week's hp100 challenge is going well. I had a moment of great panic last night: I checked my mail, then rebooted my computer. When I logged back on (five minutes later? Less?) I had about 14 LJ post-reply comments. My stomach fell. I figured that everyone was going to rant at me for the idea and using other authors' work and all that, but luckily they were good comments. (That's Thistle-thinking for ya!)
I had a very odd dream last night/early morning, remembered when I had to get up at 4 AM to clean up cat puke (nothing like hearing that hairball choking-yowling sound to get you out of bed). A couple of us, evilgrayson included, were RPing. But to RP, we were standing around a table, looking down at a big bowl-thing. Our characters were alive and all that, and acting out the RP in the bowl. Dean Thomas (minor HP character) put himself into a situation where he was going to get raped by a bull (ow ow). Then Grayson decided he was going to marry Dean. I looked up from the action and across the bowl to Grayson's player, who shrugged and said he had to let the character do what he wanted to do. (Which apparently includes marrying men raped by livestock! :P )