Tuesday, November 7, 2006

Vote Like Your Democracy Depends on it!

I built up the courage to stand in line for 3 hours and have my vote counted (maybe) only to find an extremely easy, uneventful, unelectronic process. I went to my local voting station, received a ballet in less than three minutes, and filled it out with old fashioned pen and ink. In less than ten minutes, I was back in my car and on my way to lunch!

Pedro is the man
(not me, randomly snatched from Google)

What an easy (too easy?) experience. I encourage everyone to vote, but only if you know who you are voting for. Yeah, I said it: if you don't know who you are voting for, don't vote...what would be the point?! Spend 10 minutes before you leave doing a little research. I'd encourage you to not fill this 10 minutes with looking for colorful yard signs and voting for whichever sign you like best. Instead, consider resources like these, that I found particularly useful (seeing as I live in North Carolina and all):

  • North Carolina 2006 Voters Guide by the Family Policy Council. This organization sends surveys to all the candidates and posts the results. That's it. No analysis or funny talk--just scans of what the candidates wrote. I found most of the questions to be good and many of the responses to be very helpful in shaping my vote.

  • North Carolina Board of Elections. Of course knowing who you can vote for in the local races is useful, too. This will tell you where to vote and who you will be voting for.

You can probably find similar sites for your state by searching accordingly.

I am almost disappointed that I didn't get use an electronic voting machine. I was curious how they worked as I have never actually used one. Then again, I like the fact that my vote is not surrounded in controversy by floating on some USB drive or flash card or whatever.

Wednesday, November 1, 2006

Trick or Treat, Smell my Feet

This is a follow up to Sarah's Halloween haiku referencing batman...there's a short story there.

Sarah and I sat our in our driveway last night handing out candy to the neighborhood chitlins. We bought a metric ton of candy and, near 7:15, were running low. Evidently, our neighbors have been getting busy because there were a lot more kids than last year.

Anyway, back to the story. So we were down to 17 pieces left in the bowl and this somewhat rotund batman character came running (good for him) towards us (bad for us). I said the same thing I've said to the previous 70 kids, "Hey there, how are you doing? Great...help yourself to one piece, please."

Seeing that he was going in for the ol' dip and scoop, I made a move to pull back the bowl. He was a pro, though (and a superhero), so my effort was in vain. He escaped with 5-6 treats. I shouted, "hey--just one! I'm almost out of candy, Batman! Jeepers!" He didn't care and ran off to join his parents and hop in the wagon so he wouldn't have to even carry his excessive, stolen bounty. This kid was about 10, I'd say.
If the story ended here, I'd stop writing. It goes on...

Five minutes later, Batman has made his way around the cul-de-sac and...comes back to our house. I kid you not. He never even walked up the street! He basically went from my house, to my neighbor, and back to my house.

I pull the bowl before he even touched the driveway. He ran up, eager for another scoop, and I shut him down. I said something like, "you know what, Batman? A few minutes ago you came over here and took a handful of candy even though I told you you could have one piece. No more for you."

He cried a little inside, I'm sure, and waddled back over to his parents. Here's the best part: he told his parents, as best as we could tell, "they--they--they wouldn't give me any candy!"

In response to that bs, I walked over and...ah what's the point...I didn't do anything. The kid left and probably fell asleep with chocolate all over his face and jelly beans stuck to his fingers with a titanic tummy ache.

Other than this kid and the two teenagers that were dressed as teenagers, the kids were great and we had a good time.

Moving North

I think we've made arrangements with all necessary persons (his-work, her-work, his-family, her-family, etc.) so I here you go:

We are moving to Ohio!


I am transferring from the Apex branch to the main office in Aurora and Sarah will be hunting for new and exciting work in the area.

We're planning to move in January or February.

We're selling our house and will be hunting for a new one. If we don't find the perfect house before we move, apartment living will have to suffice. By the way, I know that the dead of winter is pretty much the worst time to sell a house. Spare me.

At my office, I've not informed anyone of this below management. That should happen shortly.


Good question. We miss our families and we decided that when we have kids, seeing the relatives a couple times a year wasn't going to cut it. We'll be about 2.5 hours away, which is still a trip, but much more reasonable than the 8.5 hours it is now.

Why now?

Two reasons. First, kids are on the horizon. That horizon might be 1-5 years away--who knows? Sarah's not pregnant now so you'll just have to wait like the rest of us. Second, moving is hard and I don't want Sarah skipping out on the heavy lifting with some lame excuse like, "I'm pregnant," or "I want pickles and cream cheese"...though I guess those are pretty much the same excuse.

Why so soon? Allow me to dodge my question with a clever comment. We weren't planning on coming back so soon. If we were, we wouldn't have bought a house last year for crying out loud.

Why Aurora? Why not Newark?

Another excellent question (it's easy to come up with good questions when you are quizzing yourself). I work for Rovisys, perhaps the coolest company around. Rovisys has an office near our folks so why not? I get to stay at the same, cool company and everything.

Also, we don't want to be too close. I've seen enough Everybody Loves Raymond to know that some distance is important. We're close enough to make easy weekend trips but far enough away that unannounced drop-ins are unlikely.

Why not Columbus?

Why why why...what's with all the questions?! What are you four years old, Poopy-head?!

So there you go. We'll be settled in sometime in the Spring. We're very excited!

By the way, that picture is from when we moved to NC, June, 2005.