Or I should be committed - for the first time in my life, I sent some cash to a political candidate, and some to a party as well. Look in the right column if you need help figuring out who got $5.01 and $10.14, respectively.  Why weird numbers?  Because I am a dork, according to my expert advisors.

The last time I was this politically active was.... never.  Came close in 1992 when I went to a campaing rally headlined by US Rep David Skaggs on the Boulder mall, and 1994 when Sen.Hank Brown came to my public lands class and was an ass.

Before that, there was an assembly where 8Barrel made one of his political stands and got a picture out of it.  I got a nice nap out of it.

In 76, I worked on the Ford campaign.  I have no idea why. When I run for president, I will be sure to have preteens manning the phones, because experience shows THAT is the key to certainty in election results.  Not victory so much, but certainty.

My "Picard Riker '92" sticker probably doesn't count for shit.

I have worn glasses since I was two. Really awful glasses.  Coke bottle thick ones. {At least I never wore circular glasses to complete the effect, like Buzzkill did.}  In 1989, I lounged on Daytona Beach with 8Barrel and Easy E and planted my glasses in the sand and lit smokes with them. As a kid, I tried to set ants on fire with them  but had them pointed the wrong way.

Begining with the end of high school, I pestered my opthamologist (whose actual name was Dr. Beers) about getting contacts and he said no.  I blamed my glasses for my utter lack of scoring.  I was even so convinced that my glasses were holding me back that I launched a drunken rant about how people treat me different because of the glasses at E. I was somewhat full of shit at the time. That never stopped me before.  Or since.

Anyway, a couple of years ago, technology caught up with crappy ass eyesight, and I got contacts.  Cool Beans.  Then age caught up with my ass, and I found myself squinting.  My new OD, Dr. Spicolli said, "Dude, I'm so wasted."  Or maybe he said, "you're old!"  Anyway, now I need readers to read contracts and the other crap I ignore to write in this blog.  The more things change....