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Any McCain Bumper Stickers Out There?

Don’t worry.  I’m not asking because I want one.  I have yet to see a single McCain bumper sticker anywhere, but I’ve seen tons of Obama stickers.  During the 2004 election cycle, I distinctly remember seeing a number of “W” and “Bush/Cheney 2004” stickers, because every time I saw one I’d get up next to the SUV or monster truck, stare at the driver and think, “So that’s what an idiot looks like.”

Anyway–I also know I live in a very skewed demographic.  Madison (like Austin, Denver, Boise, and a few others) is something of a safe haven for liberals in an otherwise right-wing state.  In Wisconsin, your likelihood of hearing the word “niggerlover” is directly proportional to your distance from Madison.  (And probably Milwaukee.)

So I’m curious.  Is anyone out there seeing McCain bumper stickers or yard signs?  If so, where are you?  Let me know in the comments.  Thanks.

I Hate Phone Books

This is a great idea. It’s a service that allows you to opt out of receiving telephone books. I’ve gotten three or four unnecessary, unwanted, unsolicited phone books in the last year. I walked all but the last straight of them to the recycling bin behind my house without ever taking them into my apartment. (I was in a bad mood when the last one showed up, so I just hurled it on the sidewalk and left it there.)

Here are a few facts that I think phone book printers ought to be aware of:

  • There’s this new thing called the “Internet” that’s updated more than once a year.
  • The majority of the people I know only own cell phones, so they wouldn’t be in a phone book even if I didn’t already have them in my contact list.
  • If someone is under 40 years old, it will never even cross his or her mind to look in a book for a phone number or address.  That’s what the Internet is for.
  • I consider phone books to be a step down from litter.  At least with litter, no one paid money to compile, print, and deliver it before I throw it away.  Phone book manufacturers, on the other hand, killed a few dozen trees in order to leave me their trash.  Way to go.

There’s no national “Stop Leaving Your Garbage On My Doorstep” list, so it’s voluntary for the phonebook manufacturers to comply with the request.  I’m hoping it works.

Mediocre Lake Pictures

A few weeks ago, I walked down to the Monona Terrace with the intention of attending a noon Tai Chi class.  I waited around for a few minutes before and after noon, saw absolutely no one looking Tai Chi-ish, gave up and left.  I still had some time to kill, so I went walking around taking pictures with my phone.  I didn’t think I’d get anything good, and I was right.

I did find one interesting thing, though: a red-tailed hawk let me get within about ten feet of it.  I was tempted to go closer, but decided kept my (relative) distance due to its flesh-tearing talons and ability to tear out my eyes.

Pics are up in the gallery here. Have at ’em, and let me know in the comments if you think any of them are decent.