It ain't that bad, exactly.

Not sayin' it's good, but nah, it ain't that bad, either.

I'm really not all suicidal and shit over who I might be gonna vote for.

Not sayin', either, that it'a all an easy decison, 'cause it 'aint.

Life's complicated. Bigtime. There are no easy answers. Much as I might wish that there were.

Life's interesting.

Raccoon day.

Life is *fairly* complex.

One day you're soeta covering the first debate between the candidates for a certain swing state's congressional seat.

On the same day you're covering the first "sorta" debate between the candidates for the Senate seat.

The next day you're in a raccoon suit out in Edgewoood.

Two days later you're interviewing Ralph Nader.

Three days later you're trying to get out of town to go camping with whatever freinds you have left.

Please. Someone. Shoot me now.

End of August.

What a month it's been!

You likely wouldn't begin to believe me, even if I I told you.

I've covered major presidential campaigns, only to "play raccoon" where presidential campaigns *weren't* directly at stake.

I've subsequently gone from "playing raccoon" (ooh! shiny!) to playing *against* presidential campaigns yet again.

Nothing simple about it.

If someone shot me in the face right now, I guess I'd likely count it as some sort of luxury.

Shiny = good.

Muzzle flash = shiny.

That is, indeed, an invitation.

Thus begins August.

July was one of the busiest, most complex, and most interesting months I've ever lived.

What with me trying to be careful not to post *everything* publicly I guess I kinda have a lot of time to fill.

Cliff says "stop writing, start living". There's something to that.

I haven't stopped writing of course.

But of course I've gotta save something for the novel. ;)