This really should go in the other journal but I'm too lazy to log out so maybe later.

So I can't annoy my Bush loving, Palin worshipping neighbors with the vast number NIN "Closer" covers I have accumulated for that very purpose since, you know, even I am not quite so crass as to blast "I wanna fuck you like an animal" at several households with very young kids. I do have lines, even though they generally require special equipment to locate.

Thank god the bloody election is Tuesday - my mailbox and doorbell can't take it any more. Literally, upwards of twenty, yes twenty, pieces of mail from Obama and McCain's machines - on a daily basis. Forget about the constant canvassing (though I think the Republicans took the hint when I told them the same thing I say to Mormons and Seventh Day Adventists - "Look, I'm a bisexual Buddhist - do we really need to continue this conversation?)though that union vote manoeuver is a piece of work. Watch for that one. Secret ballot is supposed to mean secret ballot, people. Management doesn't need to know how the rank and file vote on unions. Slippery slope, people.

Back to my neighbors. Generally nice enough, for the most part but still, it's the principle.

So, no more NIN covers.

But I found something that annoys them even more and without the salve of their righteous indignation at the queer heathen hussy playing that crap.

Edith Piaf.

They HATE Edith Piaf.

I may be freezing, but my windows are open and I am playing Edith Piaf. Loudly.