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13 Responses to “Mmmmmm…. nice, roast electrofragmathermoglobulator…”
Let’s see. I am still at work, so – a corn dog and maybe a hotpocket.
Actually – our activities commitee stocks reasonable fare too, with soups and lean cuisine stuff as well as the chips, nuts and candy bars.
Breakfast: A bowl of oatmeal at 4:15 am, plus a cup of coffee in my go-cup. Have to be at work at the polls at 5:00 am!
Lunch: A bottle of V8 Fruit and Vegie Fusion, pomegranate/blueberry flavor and a Clif Bar, at 1:30 or so.
Dinner: Tail end of deli sub sandwich, some vegie sticks, cheese cubes and a tangerine at 8:15 pm, when I got home from working the polls. Plus a square of Lindt Intense Orange Dark Chocolate. Mmmm, chocolate!
I had taken a huge amount of food to the polling place, some to share, and some for me. As you can see, I needn’t have bothered. Most of the day I wasn’t too hungry, and by the afternoon, when I was, it was too busy at the problem table to take a break. The Clif bar and juice were taken in small quantities whenever I had the chance.
All in all, though, it was a good experience. We were working a new polling site on the Washington University Campus, serving students living in the dorms. They were enthusiastic and came out even though there were thunderstorms and heavy rain most of the day. The other thing I like about student voters is that it was new to them, so even if I had to tell them they weren’t registered, they were good natured. I was a little concerned that I had several voters who said they had registered who were not in the system when I called. Some had registered at rallies, so you wondered who collected the registration forms and what happened to them. Some of the problems were due to the arcane nature of St. Louis political boundaries, with the City of St. Louis being its own county and the suburbs being St. Louis County. Wash U is right on the border, so students can easily move just a few blocks and cross into a new county. Missouri law does not allow for election-day registration at a new address in a different county, only if it is in the same county. And then there was the one who was registered in Texas and seem surprised when I said that he could not vote in Missouri!
Let’s see… if you were at Houghton Lake, then be glad…. it’s not worms. If you were at the Landfill, don’t ask your husband…. the answer might be more complicated than the object. I am amused. I like Valdemorts answers the best.
February 5th, 2008 at 9:18 pm
Let’s see. I am still at work, so – a corn dog and maybe a hotpocket.
Actually – our activities commitee stocks reasonable fare too, with soups and lean cuisine stuff as well as the chips, nuts and candy bars.
February 5th, 2008 at 10:28 pm
i’m having ants and lemon lysol kitchen cleaner. mm mm mm.
February 5th, 2008 at 11:15 pm
Looks like a bomb
February 5th, 2008 at 11:19 pm
Got Milk?
February 6th, 2008 at 6:06 am
Hmmmm. I always thought “wired†referred to consumption of something else!
February 6th, 2008 at 8:20 am
I had lovely spiced, grilled shrimp and spicy beans and rice in honor of Mardi Gras.
February 6th, 2008 at 9:58 am
fried fish balls over rice, and a bar of kinderchocolate
February 6th, 2008 at 5:22 pm
Breakfast: A bowl of oatmeal at 4:15 am, plus a cup of coffee in my go-cup. Have to be at work at the polls at 5:00 am!
Lunch: A bottle of V8 Fruit and Vegie Fusion, pomegranate/blueberry flavor and a Clif Bar, at 1:30 or so.
Dinner: Tail end of deli sub sandwich, some vegie sticks, cheese cubes and a tangerine at 8:15 pm, when I got home from working the polls. Plus a square of Lindt Intense Orange Dark Chocolate. Mmmm, chocolate!
I had taken a huge amount of food to the polling place, some to share, and some for me. As you can see, I needn’t have bothered. Most of the day I wasn’t too hungry, and by the afternoon, when I was, it was too busy at the problem table to take a break. The Clif bar and juice were taken in small quantities whenever I had the chance.
All in all, though, it was a good experience. We were working a new polling site on the Washington University Campus, serving students living in the dorms. They were enthusiastic and came out even though there were thunderstorms and heavy rain most of the day. The other thing I like about student voters is that it was new to them, so even if I had to tell them they weren’t registered, they were good natured. I was a little concerned that I had several voters who said they had registered who were not in the system when I called. Some had registered at rallies, so you wondered who collected the registration forms and what happened to them. Some of the problems were due to the arcane nature of St. Louis political boundaries, with the City of St. Louis being its own county and the suburbs being St. Louis County. Wash U is right on the border, so students can easily move just a few blocks and cross into a new county. Missouri law does not allow for election-day registration at a new address in a different county, only if it is in the same county. And then there was the one who was registered in Texas and seem surprised when I said that he could not vote in Missouri!
February 6th, 2008 at 7:44 pm
Tuesday’s supper (posted Wed): scrambled eggs with ham & cheese (Mexican 4-cheese blend mmmmmm!), cottage cheese (Michigan Brand, of course) with tropical fruit.
Wed: 2 “nekkid” chicago hot dogs with ketchup (Heinz, of course!!!), more cottage cheese with tropical fruit and a MARTINI WITH GARLIC-STUFFED OLIVE 🙂
February 6th, 2008 at 10:57 pm
Last night? Magma during each step of a partial melting experiment that ultimately changes the overall composition of said magma . . .
February 6th, 2008 at 10:58 pm
Oops, I meant fractional crystallization.
February 6th, 2008 at 11:56 pm
i have to say, this has been one of the more interesting comment strings…
February 7th, 2008 at 10:09 pm
Let’s see… if you were at Houghton Lake, then be glad…. it’s not worms. If you were at the Landfill, don’t ask your husband…. the answer might be more complicated than the object. I am amused. I like Valdemorts answers the best.