I'm sitting here on a lovely sunny afternoon (cue the Kinks record) doing homework. Actually, I'm helping number one son learn to juggle his workload and finish off some of my own. And that is pretty okay.

I spent yesterday afternoon and evening outside at the Zoo with day 2 out of 4 on our Hayride event. Nothing like being out in the cold on concrete for a few hours to make you feel your age (or somebody considerably older). Came home to a cold beer really tired. Hung in there to watch Saturday Night Live kiss Sarah Palin's pentacostelist butt and faded to sleep.

Sprint sent me a free ring tone and I paid it no mind till it worked this morning. The Stock Exchange bell rang from my phone with a text from my eldest daughter asking for a ride home from an overnight. She needed picked up from the Riverside Area at 8:30. I rubbed my groggy eyes 8:07. Aargh!! Stood up to realize just how sore I was from Zoo duty. Made it to Riverside by 8:29. This guy's good. Deposited her at her post at the Zoo and was back in front of the coffee maker by 9. Still, a helluva way to start. Ensuring my descent to hell, I skipped church to do laundry and rest a little. Something renewing about an omelet and a Hogan's Heroes rerun in its place.

Nice to know I can still pass fifth grade math and social studies.

I'm getting too old for this shit...

Been doing Bikram Yoga for two weeks and while I'm not all amped to go (not exactly oozing confidence in my abilities yet), I've been keeping myself on a schedule. It's sort of my own way of being the grumpy gym coach you hate.

We have one of the last events of the year this weekend at the Zoo. Trick or Treating on Zoo grounds, which is fine, but to set up it's the marketing and development folks (my merry band) who decorate, set up tables, generally acting like something between roadies and packmules. So, you work, which is fine, but in still getting used to the Hot Yoga fun, I was a little strung out when I got to work yesterday morning from my Tuesday night class. We started running all over, stopping for me and boss to have one of "those" talks with a subordinate. So, when I left work, didn't want to go, didn't want to go, didn't want to go. But, made my lard butt go. I'm still crawling out of there, but I'm noticing good things and it did feel pretty good to forgot about the sundry bullshit that fills a work day. Maybe there is something to that. Made me not look forward to more set up today, but what are you gonna do.

Trick or treat indeed.

Gonna go watch the keepers feed the anaconda!

    
Poor Old Man

An old man is sitting on a park bench crying. A young man is walking by and asks him why he's crying. The old man says, "I'm retired and I have lots of money, a huge luxury apartment, a beautiful 25 year old wife who loves me and has sex with me twice a day"

The young man says, "Well then why the hell are you crying!?"

The old man replies, "I can't remember where I live!"

My Dad turns a youthful 72 on the 14th, but my Mom is throwing a little thing on Sunday afternoon. He's tough to buy for because he isn't wanting for much. A semi-retired computer systems consultant type, he pretty much has all the gizmos covered. He even took to a chomby for the home office. Given these lovely economic times, the family is reitering on cutting back on gift purchasing. He's always been a big classical music fan, but has little use for much of anything post 1900. He would periodically appear at my bedroom door when I was in high school studying to Yes or Emerson, Lake, and Palmer, but the Clash would send him on his way. That's why I couldn't help but laugh when he mentioned he'd like an ABBA cd. One of my wisenheimer daughters was teasing him a little about Dancing Queen coming out of his Ipod, when he responded with an almost scholarly take on "the classical structure in some of their music." Might very well be true, but sounded silly nonetheless. So, Dad, here comes ABBA's greatest hits for your big day.

I think that burning smell was my 401K.

Survived two sessions of Bikram Yoga. I was a little scared that after the first one, I'd be too stiff and sore, but that wasn't the case. After a busy day of work and late meetings, I had to scramble to get there on time yesterday and must have been closer to one of the heating units. I wasn't so much sweating as I was crying from every pore. Can't balance much to save my life, but the trials of the day and the effects of the first session had me taking a knee a couple of times.

Why does John McCain think I care about Obama and Ayers? I don't.

Why does Sarah Palin want to bring up Rev. Wright again when somebody could show the video of her and her preacher riding her of witches?

Ch. 4 stiffed me on coverage of the Tiger Cubs birthday party on Tuesday. There was plenty of cute video to be had, from hopped on cake kindergartners to the cubs destroying their cardboard, meat-scented cake. Usually, the tv news divisions eat that stuff up. Unless of course, said tv channel is in a pissing match with the cubs' sponsor, in this case, Time Warner Cable. Yes, the Buffalo media outlets are indeed that petty.

Definitely want to see the Bill Maher movie. He was on Jon Stewart the other night and it looks like a lot of asking of good questions.

Sabres Opening Night is tonight and I'd be more excited if it didn't cost so damn much to see them, so my couch is going to have to do.

Won an Ipod Classic from one of the exhibitors from conference/trade show I was just at in September. That was a nice bonus from otherwise unremarkable week in Wisconsin.

Snagged a flu shot for the first time in forever yesterday, no reaction today. Life can be good,

And how was your week?

This electoral cycle is seeming ceaseless.

It's funny, because in 2000, I might have voted for John McCain. He made sense, he ran his own world and maverick wasn't a word that Sarah Palin can't spell. Eight years later, the politics of fear is stinking up everything. He did make one statement recently that I couldn't help but respect. He opened up and said that Sen. Obama "was an honorable man with whom I have some profound policy differences."

Political discourse should have that tenor. If he could have kept to that tone, we might have had some meaningful exchanges and some honest issue based discussions. I read a column by William Crystal in the New York Times who mentioned that McCain ought to fire his campaign. That's a little drastic, but he did point out that McCain is top heavy with lobbyists in his campaign heirarchy. I don't really care one way or another, lobbyists are part of the process, but they do in general terms, suck at running campaigns.

They've got him crowing on about William Ayers while the left is trumpeting about Palin's association with an Alaskan secessionist. Too many years of Cheneyesque answers of "vote for us or an attack...." has pervaded everything. Obama should be clear, while Palin is in denial about abuse of power charges? I'm not even amused at this point, just weary.

The debates to me are unwatchable. All the candidates are giving canned versions of their stump speeches. McCain rallies have energized the wacko portion of the GOP base with screams of "Arab" (???) and "Kill him." My personal "favorite" was the sheriff in full uniform who used Obama's full name to inspire a little more ill-begotten fear.

Given the economy is in a bi-partisian free fall (Please George, the more you hide, the better the market does), the ill-advised war continues, food isn't getting cheaper, you'd think a straight talker would pick times to do just that.

I want candidates to tell me why I should vote for them. It's laughable to see an ad for Dale Volker saying he'll fix what's wrong in Albany. Dude has been in Albany for 36 years, long enough to realize that he is part of what is broken. McCain has been in Washington for 26 years and isn't speaking to what people in general care about. A friend of mine from the Pittsburgh area went to a speech and emailed me that when he got off the fear-mongering, he started talking about local industry and life in a steel town, conveniently forgetting that we haven't been a steel town in almost 20 years.

Government shouldn't be about that. There should be hope. Events of the past month show that whoever wins just got their agenda strangled considerably. Tell me what's good about you, not what you dislike about the other guy.

People want to have some hope, not be yelled at to get off the grass by the grumpy old codger in the neighborhood, even if you can see Russia from his hot neighbor's taxpayer subsidized front yard.

I'm tired, tired of Karl Rove like smear campaigns, tired of candidates being asked a question and giving a rehearsed answer to SOME OTHER question, tired of the name calling, tired of everybody screaming about "That One," when nothing could matter less.

Quit worrying about connotation, Senator, revive my interest and talk about what you would do.

The platitudes denuded Tom Brokaw in the last debate. While Obama has basically kept on his message, McCain/Palin are all over the place. I hate sports analogies, but the Obama campagin has a large lead in the fourth quarter, with three minutes left and is just running up the middle, while the McCain campaign is trying to get the ball back.

Let's just fucking vote already.