ELECTION LIVEBLOGGERY/SUICIDE WATCH

8:29:  In front of the TV, iPad on Twitter to my left, laptop in my lap, pile of tacos and Mountain Dew on my right.  I HAVE ON MY JACKASS WRISTBAND AND FLORIDA IS TIGHT.  LET’S DO THIS, MOTHERFUCKERS.

8:30: The dumbnuts on CNN just called Trump’s lead in Florida “impressive.”  It’s five-tenths of a percent.  MUST HAVE TACOS.

8:31: I knock my iPad to the floor accidentally and decide one device is enough.  CNN calls a few states that surprise no one.  Fucking Marco Rubio appears to have won in Florida, which disappoints, and Evan Bayh lost in Indiana, which surprises me a lot.  So far though, no states surprise me.

8:35:  Remember, guys, California, Oregon and Washington are getting called LAST.  Don’t forget that when Wolfie pretends this is back-and-forth or close.

8:37: John King going over the Map of Doom for Florida has convinced me that Clinton is going to win the state.  If Clinton takes Florida we’re done here.

8:38: I’ll be wearing this shirt tomorrow by the way:

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8:41: I’m out of tacos.  WHY AM I OUT OF TACOS ALREADY?

8:42: Eating six tacos in eleven minutes may have been unwise.

8:43: Do you ever get the feeling watching these things that Wolf Blitzer is too dumb to play with the map and is really jealous of John King for being the magic map guy?

8:44: Hey, cool, Mishawaka passed a schools referendum.  Toilet paper and chalk for everyone!

8:48: This blurry mess on the side of the Empire State building isn’t actually that impressive, guys.

8:51: My Internet connection shits the bed and CNN goes away.

8:53: Okay, I admit it, I’m a little nervous.

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8:55:  I shoulda done a map.  I honestly can’t remember.  Was I expecting Virginia to turn blue?  Yes, I think.

8:59: Okay, I know Utah doesn’t close for a while, but can we agree that once again no one gives a shit about the third-party vote?  Because clearly we don’t.

9:00:  A bunch of states close.  Any surprises?  Hell yes.  TOO CLOSE TO CALL IN MOTHERFUCKING TEXAS.

9:03: Hey, who won in Dixville Notch and Hart’s Location, anyway?

9:05:  Clinton won both.  Wolf Blitzer has no idea what the word “impressive” means.  Meanwhile, it might be time to go ahead and call Georgia.

9:06:  All this yellow CNN is using is screwing with me.

9:08: Looks like somebody’s called Texas, which is disappointing.

9:11:  Let’s take a dance break:

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9:18:  Well, it’s clearly going to be closer than I’d thought, but the exact same story is playing out in every state: waiting for the cities to come in, just like always.  I’m starting to get text messages from people.  It’ll be fine, folks.

9:20:  Liveblog over, I gotta find out where CNN is broadcasting from and go punch Wolfie in the throat so that he shuts up.

9:27:  Not updating as frequently because nothing is happening.  I kinda feel like Johnny would kill for a glass of water right now.

9:29:  Wolf seems to think that his job is to point at the map and recite random facts and/or to request a change of the state they’re discussing to some random other one.

9:30: I’d like a Senate update, please.

9:33:  Ugh.  I was really hoping to be done by eleven.

9:36: Seeing reports on Twitter that Michigan’s getting called for Clinton by some news services.  Meanwhile, CNN is showing MI’s raw vote total at Trump, for whatever that’s worth, which isn’t much.

9:40: No one on CNN has said the word “Senate” in the hour I’ve been watching.

9:41: Two more unsurprising projections, as Louisiana and Connecticut go the way everyone figured they would.

9:44:  Perhaps time for this again:

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9:47: Has Georgia been called yet?

9:52: Virginia is closing.  Florida and Ohio looking ugly.

9:56: What the hell is taking New Hampshire so long?  I feel like they should be closer to done by now.

9:59:  My wife, tired of putting up with CNN, starts watching Gotham on the iPad.

10:01:  CNN calls Montana for Trump, another “no surprise” state.  Wolf calls a bunch of leads “impressive” again.

10:03:  Trump’s up 20 points in Georgia right now.  Why hasn’t that state been called yet?  Is Atlanta just not in at all right now?

10:07:  Also I swear no one has said the word “Maine” all night.

10:13:  I spend some time being reassuring on Facebook.  I briefly consider just going to bed and then laugh at myself.  I may need some more Mountain Dew.

10:15:  Continuing the “no surprises” theme: New Mexico called for Clinton, something else… Missouri?  called for Trump.

10:18: 
10:19:  Seriously why is no one talking about Maine.  I wanna know what’s going on in Maine!

10:23: What is this “Upshot” thing I’m hearing a lot about tonight for the first time ever?  Should I care about it?  Going to go with no; I don’t have time to care about new things.

10:24:  These ads for Man in the High Castle are not helping.

10:25:  Twitter reporting Ohio’s been called for Trump.  This is the first genuinely alarming result of the night.

10:35:  Maybe for the next election the urban areas everywhere could report first?  That would be cool.

10:36:  Twitter was moving a lot faster during the debates.  Interesting fact.

10:40:  CNN calls Virginia for Clinton.  Good; we needed that one.

10:41: A reminder that numbers in Michigan are pointless until Detroit starts coming in.

10:43: CNN apparently doesn’t realize this fact, as they’re really trying to drag importance out of early returns from Michigan.

10:44:  I don’t even know why:

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10:46:  I note that results in Michigan are tightening.

10:49:  WHY IS NO ONE MENTIONING MAINE.  WHY IS MAINE SO IMPORTANT TO ME.

10:50:  Colorado called for Clinton.  Didn’t they just call Colorado?  Argh.

10:51: The other mystery state is Georgia, which they’re showing us on rare occasions and Trump has been dominating.  I don’t know why it’s not called yet unless they’re still waiting on Atlanta.  I think I just said that a few minutes ago.  I’m getting tired.

10:54: Michigan has tightened by a full point in the last eight minutes.

10:56:  Seeing reports that Florida has been called for Trump.  Okay.  Now I’m nervous.

11:00:  Idaho, California, and Hawaii immediately called.  Still no surprises. CNN hasn’t called Florida yet which surprises me.

11:04:  Did I just miss the part of the night where they talked about the exit polling, by the way?  Someone just made reference to the gender gap; they’ve not mentioned those numbers at all tonight.

11:05:  Michigan down to 1.3 points.  I don’t see that holding.

11:06: In the most surreal moment of the night, John King pulls his iPhone out of his pocket to use his calculator.  He has the same case I used to have.  wtud.png

11:07:  And there goes North Carolina.  Still no Florida or Georgia.

11:11:  JOE ARPAIO LOST!  Finally some unalloyed good news.  Then again, Trump will probably make him Secretary of State.

11:18:  Oregon comes in.

11:19:  I get up to take a piss and feed the cat.  Hoping the world doesn’t burn down while I’m gone.

11:24:  I seem to have left all of my optimism on the couch when I got up.  That’s a problem.

11:32:  King quickly passes over the fact that Pittsburgh is only 25% in.  Pennsylvania’s going to be fine.

11:35:  Florida called for Trump.  There is now no margin left at all.  We’re probably fucked at this point.

11:41: Maybe take two minutes and click on that Senate graph.  Meanwhile, Washington unsurprisingly called for Clinton.

11:48:  Yeah, getting up was definitely the wrong thing to do, because all optimism is gone at this point.  Mike fucking Pence is about to be Vice-President.

11:50:  No.  NO.  Not Anderson Cooper and his gang of nimrods.  Please.  Fucking no.  This is already depressing enough.

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11:52: Wasn’t there an Alaska poll showing Clinton up by four points recently?  That would be the only way for this to be even more insane if Hillary won Alaska.

11:54:  62% of voters didn’t think Trump was qualified to be President.  Some of them apparently voted for him anyway.

12:02:  I’m not sure how much I’ve got left here, guys.  I’m completely unprepared for this.  At no point– at no fucking point whatsoever— in the last year did I even imagine this to be possible.  I don’t know what to do and I don’t know how to process it.  I want to go wake my son up and hug him.

12:05: Pennsylvania, somehow, is a tenth of a point apart.

12:08:  Okay, Pittsburgh’s still only 25% in.  But they just called Iowa for Trump.  This is over.  God.

12:22:  I’m going to bed.  Don’t expect a post tomorrow.

A few potentially useful reminders regarding tomorrow’s events

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I’m working until eight tomorrow, which is par for the course on a Tuesday, and frankly is probably the best thing for my mental health, since I’ll be able to keep myself busy (vacuum ALL THE THINGS!!) and hopefully won’t be able to stress about the election.  By the time I get home I expect to know who my new governor and senator and representatives are.  I will be liveblogging from basically the second I’m able to get in front of the TV until I can’t keep my eyes open any longer or I decide to kill myself, whichever comes first.

Until then, some thoughts:

  • Do not panic.
  • No, really.  Do not panic.
  • This is a nation of 350 million people and many millions of them will be voting tomorrow.  Note that shit is going to go wrong somewhere.  Many somewheres, in fact.  Try not to draw conclusions and connect dots where there shouldn’t be connected dots.  For example:
  • Someone, somewhere, is going to lose a box of ballots that won’t be found until late.  Chances are the reason will be incompetence and not malfeasance.
  • Someone, somewhere, is going to be denied a vote who should not have been.  In fact, probably several someones.  This is regrettable but is also unavoidable.  Again: 350,000,000 people.  Mistakes are going to be made.
  • Some people are going to try to vote twice.  Some of them will be doing it for relatively legitimate reasons!  Most of them will be caught.  A very small number may slip by.
  • Someone will stand outside a polling place somewhere with a gun.  There will be reports of voter intimidation.  These will, by and large, be isolated incidents and chances are they will have been dealt with by local authorities well before you ever hear of them.  They are not likely to be evidence of either the KKK or the Black Panthers trying to sway the election.
  • There will probably be some violence somewhere.  Part of the reason for that is that this is America and there is always some violence somewhere.  Chances are by the time all the details get sorted out it will be run-of-the-mill violence and not an attempt at voter suppression.  Again, do not panic.
  • There will be early reports that are pro Your Candidate and early reports that are not pro Your Candidate.  Take them with salt.  Early reports are rarely worth the electrons beaming them into your eyes.
  • Donald Trump has no campaign and no ground game.  Hillary Clinton has the same GOTV operation that got a black guy whose middle name was Hussein elected TWICE.  #expectus, motherfuckers.
  • I expect Clinton to get at least 325 electoral votes.  I expect the Dems to take the Senate as well.  Sadly, I think Indiana going blue is unlikely, but still not impossible.
  • Go fucking vote.  Stand in line as long as you need to.

One more time, in case you still need it:

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Sunday funday or something

There was gonna be a review of Doctor Strange tonight (short version: mixed, and not improving with time) but instead there was a Fun Work Thing after work and the boy bowled for the first time and the three of us managed a few vicious games of air hockey without a divorce or a grounding or an emancipation happening.  Unfortunately this means that I’m tired and it’s been dark since six o’fucking clock and so I feel like it’s midnight even though it clearly isn’t.

I hope to rectify the review thing tomorrow.  Until then:

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On Not Being Right and customers

Unknown.jpegOne of the obnoxious parts of mental illness, even the relatively benign and easily controllable mild anxiety that I’m afflicted with(*), is that it is occasionally difficult to tell whether you’re authentically experiencing your own emotions or not.  To wit, I had a deeply shitty day today.  I didn’t have a deeply shitty sales day– that was merely average– but a day where basically everybody seemed to be fucking with me.  And right now I’m seriously sitting here fucking gaslighting myself trying to figure out if I’m really allowed to be as pissed off about my day as I am or whether the fact that I’ve been going off the reservation and tinkering with my meds is altering how I react to things.  And the real bullshit?  There’s no way to know at all.  Maybe I really had a shitty day.  Maybe my head’s fucking with me.  Who knows?  I’m blogging.

Anyway.

My favorite customer today was yet another entry in the I Never Want to Talk About Delivery Again series.  Let’s be clear, and I know I’ve said this shit before: there is no such thing as free delivery in a furniture store.  You are either paying for your own delivery via a surcharge, in case people who don’t get their stuff delivered don’t pay for delivery and you know exactly how much you’re paying, or your delivery is rolled into the price of the furniture, meaning that everyone who buys anything pays for delivery and you don’t know how much you’re paying.  There is no free delivery.  There is only a delivery charge that they don’t tell you about.  And those places typically aren’t about to give you a discount if you don’t get your stuff delivered.  So everyone pays.

We charge for delivery.  There is both a floor and a ceiling to our delivery charge; it won’t go less than a certain amount and it won’t go over a certain amount, and within that range it’s pegged to a certain percentage of the value of the furniture.  Also, if you’re over a certain distance away there’s an extra surcharge based on how far away you are.  Because if you’re fifty fucking miles away you’d best be damn sure that you’re going to pay more than you will if you’re down the damn street.

Anyway.  That now feels like way too much lead-in for the story payoff, but fuck it; I wrote it and it’s on the screen and I’m not deleting it.  I had a woman get frothingly angry with me today– like, actual spittle flying out of her mouth– not because we charge for delivery, and not because we charge extra to deliver out to fucking Michigan City, which is nearly fifty goddamn miles away– but because we charge more if we have to deliver more.

She actually said the words “Who charges more if they’re delivering more?  I’ve never even heard of that!”  And, just in case I wasn’t sure I’d heard her correctly, she said it more than once, implying that she’s never mailed or ordered a package, even once, at any point in her entire life.

I dunno.  It doesn’t sound like much.  But she was seriously irrationally angry about the whole thing, and it was at a point in the day where I was well beyond giving a fuck, and I don’t like it when people say shit that makes no fucking sense at all.  So, there: a blog post.

(*) I always want to make it clear whenever I talk about my issues with anxiety: I’m talking about me, here, not you.  Mental illnesses are as YMMV as anything can get.  I will never argue with anyone, ever, who struggles with anxiety and would not use the phrase “relatively benign and easily controllable” to describe their problems.  That’s me.  I’m not talking about you.

On nomenclature

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So it hit me the other day that I don’t actually know what the hell a pantsuit is– or, at least, I don’t know why pantsuits are called pantsuits.  I mean, I know what a suit is, but suits always involve pants.  So why, when it’s being worn by a woman, do we refer to them as pantsuits, when the part that is actually different from a suit that a man might wear is not the suit but instead the jacket?

We should call them blousesuits or something, is what I’m saying.  Or maybe just suits.  Also, I want formal wear in all of those colors, goddammit.  Not being able to go out in public in an orange suit is absolutely the worst thing about being a white man.

(Which is to say: being a white man is awesome, because that’s literally our worst problem. Y’all should try it, if you aren’t one already.)

EDIT: Being taken to task over this via text message at the moment.  “Pantsuit,” because until not too long ago women’s suits had to involve skirts and pants were the exception, not the rule.  Got it.   I still say I should be able to go out in public in bright colors, goddammit.


Stand by, I’m trying to come up with a secondary topic that isn’t whiny.


Damn.

Showtunes Thursday

…because, again, I got nothing tonight.  I did buy a sofa, though.  That’s kind of exciting.

I can haz next Wednesday?

wegotthisHad a weird conversation with a co-worker today who was planning on staying up punishingly late tonight to watch Game 7 of the World Series, yet could not understand why I was not expecting to get any sleep next Tuesday night due to staying up late watching election returns, liveblogging, and generally making an ass of myself on Twitter. To my mind, they are basically the same activity, only mine involves literally defeating the forces of evil.

Do not panic, by the way, if you are a Democrat and prone to such things.  I have been saying this for months: Hillary is going to win, and she’s going to win big.  I don’t care what Nate Silver says, I didn’t care what Nate Silver said a month ago, and I’m not going to care what he says in five or six days.  Clinton is going to win.  Trump never had a chance.  I am more mellow about this election than any in my lifetime, and my memory probably encompasses an extra election or two beyond what you might expect from a 40-year-old, because I have a lifelong habit of paying attention.

I am right about this.

Trust me.

Do not panic.

Meanwhile, speaking of not panicking, the Cubs just went up 5-1.  I will probably watch another twenty minutes of baseball and then consign the rest to history and go to bed; I am working my way through a thousand-page Ken Liu novel and kinda want to prioritize that over grown men swinging sticks.

Goal for the next two days: no naps.  Likelihood of achieving goal: minimal.

A note on typography

This guy is running for school board:


You get it, right?  A+!  School board!  And the letter is in a bigger, different font and it’s red.

Unlike his road signs– picture to come later, if I can find one conveniently located to get a picture of– which are all the same color, and the font change either isn’t there or isn’t as noticeable, and therefore it takes me weeks to realize that you aren’t trying to signal your Jesusyness to people by sticking a cross into your road sign, which caused me to (ahem) cross you off my list of people to vote for.

Typography.  It’s important.