9 June 99 
 
Blergh.  I'm sitting in my "office" with my guitar.  Even though it's gone 
down about 10 degrees today to about 85, I can't move around in my 
apartment.  Luckily, noone has come in this morning (not unusual here), so 
I can practice without disturbing the peace.  I still don't know how Chris 
thought I would be able to do trip-el-ets at 126.  Ikki poo. 
 
Let's see, I am now announcing my #1 act as governor (if ever I get 
elected as such) - commuting the sentences of everyone on death row.  I 
intend to be the ultimate pro-life candidate.  I find it interesting that 
a lot of people who want to make abortion legal support the death penalty. 
I think it's a misnomer to term such people "pro-lifers" because obviously 
they have some qualifiers in there: pro-"acceptable"-life.  I don't think 
that they realize they are bolstering this "pro-death" culture by sending 
the message that some people don't deserve to live, which can then be 
extended to the policy of euthenasia, where some lives are deemed not 
worth living. 
 
It's all a bunch of bullshit. 
 
Anyway, that's my first thing.  I don't think I really want to be in any 
legislative body, because much of the real power to affect lives is in the 
executive branches.  It doesn't matter how many laws the legislature makes 
as long as the executive branch decides not to enforce them. 
 
I wonder how long it would take to recall me. 
 
If I become mayor, or head of the zoning board, of Raleigh, the first 
thing I'd do would be to change zoning so that there could be mixed 
commercial/residential -- I want a walkable city.  And then maybe I would 
have them build some dog runs in some of the city parks. 
 
I've been writing down words that I see that I have no clue what they are. 
Let's see, today I racked up "adumbration", "ensorcelled", and "mingy". 
One means a lack of generosity, one means a faint sketch or outline, and 
one means bewitched.  I'm sure you can figure out which is which. 
 
Shee, I'm tired.  I think I'll get some lunch.