A Joke.

I'd be angry too at this, if someone dared to compare my family's honor to our dear and beloved John McCain. Yes, as you've probably guessed, I watched the debate. I really don't want to get into too much details about the issues that were brought up, if I do, this post will run for ages and bore the hell out of me. So instead, I'll do what I do best - mock the candidate I liked the least.
Seriously, though this was the first time I saw McCain speak for longer than five minutes and only now have I noticed how old he looks. And his doctors can publish a hundred more health reports, I won't be convinced otherwise... perception is, after all, everything.
If anyone asked me a week ago, I would say I didn't like either of the candidates - I thought Obama lacked experience and disagreed with the majority of McCain's propositions. Now however, I am leaning more and more towards Obama (I have to say having that insane deer-hunting Palin swung me towards Obama in almost an instant). However, on top of everything else, Obama has presence when he speaks which, in my eyes, means a lot since he will have to do hell of a lot of repair work with foreign nations. And having someone likable is a big plus when you are trying to win some respect back. One more thing I will say before shutting up on political issues - I really didn't like how McCain was trying to appeal to the public by answering the questions in a way that would please all. For instance, when Brokaw asked both to prioritize on energy, health care and entitlement issues, McCain claimed he can work on all three at the same time. Bullshit. These issues are far too big and important to tackle them simultaneously. What it's going to do is disperse the resources without fixing either one of them. And he was just as much a joke in many other issues, which I promised earlier not to address here.
At last, one interesting thing I noticed, was how the candidates each wore ties the color of their party. Understandable. What was more intriguing though, was that their wives wore dresses the color of the opposite party.
Coincidence? Or a blatant attempt to appeal to the other side?

Venting.

You know what annoys me the most? Right at this point, my manager. And the fact that she told me to come to work early today so "we can get on it as soon as possible", and then didn't show up herself until an hour and a half later.
Also, the fact that there was no need for me to come in this early anyway since nothing was going to be ready until this evening. Which she failed to mention yesterday. In all honesty, yesterday morning we were told everything we need was going to be done by 8am today, but she conveniently forgot to update me on the fact that they postponed the deadline by nine or so hours. As a result, I've been stuck here since 8am for no reason whatsoever.
So, to spite everyone, I've also been procrastinating for the past hour.
There, take that.

Absolutely amazing.

Slowly but surely I keep crossing things off my To Do list. This time, I can finally announce that I crossed off white water rafting. I went with a group of friends, seven of us altogether and the plan was to go for the weekend, camp and rest Friday, go rafting Saturday, coming back home Sunday afternoon.
I have to admit that my greatest fear going into it wasn't the one of drowning (an excellent swimmer as I am), but of freezing my butt off at night. And guess what, I was right... the weather during the day couldn't have been more beautiful, but as soon as the sun was down, the temperature dropped twenty or so degrees within ten minutes. Praise to whoever invented fire.
The trip down the river was breathtaking and I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. The contrast of going into a rapid and knowing you may crash and sitting in the raft taking in the surrounding mountains was quite magnificent as was flying down the river at the rocks in front of you seeing them approach faster than you can blink. Thankfully, we did great thanks to our amazing skill and, most of all, to our amazing guide. That guy was forty years old and hot, hot, hot. More like sizzling. Which still haven't kept me warm at night. Nor did three pairs of pants, five shirts, two pairs of socks, a blanket, a sleeping bag and my friend I was sharing the tent with. Which brings me to my next point - it is cold no matter what you are wearing or how many beers you've had. Totally worth it though.
Now that I think about, I can cross off one more dream off my list, and that would be shooting a gun. Considering we were in West Virginia where people shoot them like it's no one's business, I didn't think it was a big deal if I tried it too. Honestly? An awesome experience. Forget the fact that I missed every single time I fired, it was still great. My excuse for missing? I was shooting a .44 caliber gun which was so heavy I could barely hold it with two hands and every time I'd fire it, the barrel kicked back so hard I was more worried of not dropping it. Fortunately, no one made fun of me. At least not to my face...
Waiting for pictures and the video now... To look at the raft from another perspective, so to speak.