November 5th, 2002

Macbeth the Usurper


In a fit of good citizenship, I went voting today. Before work, I swung over to Viers Mill Middle school to "cast" my ballot.

I have determined that last minute campaigners are a hazzard that must be eliminated. Do I really want to be harassed on my way into the polling place? Even politely? I'm not changing my mind for you folks, so just forget that you ever saw me.

Maryland's new voting system is based on smart cards. You walk up to the judges, who have cards and printouts, where you sign your name. You then take your orange card to another table, where those judges activate a voting smart card for you. From there, you wait in line for a voting machine. You then take you smart card, put it in the slot, and interact with the touch screen before you. When you are done, you press "cast your ballot". The machine spits out your card and you return the card to the voting officials. Voting done. An "I Voted" stickers is given to you, which is supposed to make you feel good. I guess that's the citizen equivalent of a gold star.

I finished my paper up last night, so I am now ready to take it to class. I don't think that this paper is as good as the last one. I figure that I'll only get a 92 or so on it.
Macbeth the Usurper

Male Duties

On the way to class today, it occurred to me that I have never actually bought a Playboy magazine. I have looked at them plenty of times, but never actually bought one. I rememdied that on the way home. I stopped off at Tower Records, popped into their adult only section, and did a bit of buying. I bought the Christmas Playboy, the one with Dita Von Teese on the cover. She's a lovely thing and well worth the drool factor. I picked up a copy of "Club Confidential", which featured all the expected interpersonal gymnastics that you may expect. I picked up a DVD of The Confessions of Tori Wells, a sex worker of some renoun.

My American male duties have been accomplished. I have continued to fund the sexist industry that opresses women, yet drives technilogical development.

While I was in Tower, I also picked up "Gigi" and "Grease." I don't know what the counter guy must have thought, seeing both musicals and sex in the same pile.
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