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As a tourist in this continent with a delicate temporary immigration status they won’t be letting me vote tomorrow. Nor ever, since I have no plans to repatriate myself thank you very much. Despite four plus years of taxation, there’ll be no representation apparently. I’ll be voting in Taunton Deane Borough Council come election time in Blighty though. Oh yes. But the ramifications won’t be quite as dire as what could happen if Bush “wins” again. It feels like Christmas right now, as a child, and the tension’s killing me, I can’t wait for the results to come in. I have to reckon that Kerry’s going to win though by some razor-thin margin. The only thing in Bush’s favour is that (me mate) Jesse, for one, has vowed to move to Canada if he gets in. And it’d be nice to have a friend to visit in Vancouver…

So there we have it. My prediction is in… Hope springs eternal and all that. If I’m wrong and the Bush/Valdemort ticket wins after all, then there might well be a lengthy blog-silence as I shut myself off from the world and rock gently in the corner of my office pondering my options.

Ensign peak itself is a little too this-is-the-placey but views get better the further you flee from it

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I’ve just realised all my entries are looking very much the same as the ones exactly a year ago. This time last year I rang me nanny to wish her a happy St David’s Day. Can’t do that this year cos of the prohibitively expensive international calling rate. So mum, dad or bethan, could you pass on my nationalistic wishes, thanks. I spoke to nanny (and grandma) on Skype on Sunday though, so that’s a start. With the whole webcam/ video conferencing thing no less. The average age of a skype user definitely peaked that day…

The picture is me in me (old) manu chau t-shirt and goes in tandem with my cars that resemble where they’re parked Flickr set. Brits whose clothes resemble where they’re slouched…

Sita’s off to Tequila this avo and Arandas on Friday. I thought I’d be able to meet up somewhere with the tour but apparently not. She’s strangely apprehensive about the whole thing. Personally I’d love to do a 4 day tequila tasting but i suppose we’re just different in that regard… what else? erm…

Oh yeah, Pat’s become a new slave owner of a beautiful dog, Devlin. There’s some photos round K’s website. He looks like a character. Get him on Dogster and we’ll corral him with Atticus… or at least give him a bone. 🙂

Twas the night antes de Christmas and all through the casa,
not a creature was stirring ?Caramba! ?Qu? pasa?
Los ni?os were tucked away in their camas,
some in long underwear, otros in pijamas.
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And after much research it seems that Atticus is definitely some kind of Schipperke. A belgian dog, no less. Fond of children but not ‘Vermin’. So he’s probably not going to get on famously with our little varmints, Klem and Lulu. Ah well…

Saw ‘The Incredibles’ last night. Blimey. 4 Lulus. and saw ‘Sideways’ last week, 4.5 Lulus. I aint got time to review them so I’ll be coming up with some box that blogs what I’ve seen + a few comments in the near future. UPDATE- 10:45pm Sunday night, there you go, on the right, in that IFrame. Just what I wanted… so if I get time to write reviews I’ll link to them from there. I’m going to go to bed all self-satisfied now. Sita’s wrapping pressies in the living room and I’m not allowed in. Any suggestions for presents for the girl who has everything?
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In the meantime, a photo can tell a thousand words and Dad´s pix are worth a look too.

I`m told it takes one day per hour of time difference to get used to the jet lag, which gives me 3 more days of excuses for naps and waking up in the middle of the night and eating twiglets and cheese sandwiches.

Last night I had my first clam & garlic pizza from Pizza My Heart. It’s disturbingly like chicken pizza that washed up on shore and sat in the sun. And speaking of sun, I’m all pink from sitting out in my front garden yardsaling all day haggling with strangers over 25 cent crap. It was fun all round…
We sold a ton of stuff;
operated a special bargains-for-monolingual-Spanish-speakers policy;
Atticus is kennel-less (10 bucks- ker ching);
we can’t seat more than 4 people in the house at a time;
can wash, but not dry, clothes;
can’t cut the lawn;
have a smaller library;
have fewer plants to water;
and we’re about $750 better off than last week. That will change once I get to Fry’s electronics though. Mwa ha ha ha, as they say…

& Tanya, if you’re reading, your plants have been soaking up the H2O nicely. Happy LAX