Coming up on re-election day

So a few scattered bits that I did not recollect during my fevered ramblings.

The lovely and talented Melimus apparently discovered a necktie with coyotes all over it, and graciously procured it and sent it on via the gifting services of Rancho Huevo, and so I received it this weekend at the con. It appears that I may have to return to the habit of wearing a necktie.

The temperature difference between being on the Willamette and being on the Columbia, I suspect, meant that my weekend was not as cold as I'd hoped; I was rather looking forward to being someplace that actually got cold, and trying to crawl into our little freezer was unsatisfactory in that regard. However, there was at least a smattering of rain, which did somewhat ameliorate my disappointment. And I got to go out and take a few strolls in it, partly because there was no stair connection between floors two and three inside the hotel and the lift gave me the wiggins.

And for those Californicans who have not yet voted, you still have a few hours to do so. Go! Vote! Unless you're going to vote wrong, in which case stay home.

Get a little action in

I have a bruise on my thumb from playing hours of video games last night. Most of those hours were, of course, spent re-running the same scene over and over to eventual unavoidable failure. Of course, I can't say as I'm terribly surprized: the premise of the level is 'hundreds of Agent Smiths are chasing you because they're bored. Escape across the rooftops of the City. Please remember to constantly go at top speed or they'll catch up and kick your ass. Please do not make a single mis-step as you will plummet off the building to your certain doom.'