I was on Facebook yesterday, and happened to look at the ads. There was a "Lose Your Belly Fat With This One Weird Trick" ad...followed by an ad for Werther's candy. Do you want me to lose weight, Facebook? Then stop giving me mixed messages!
After today, when the polls close, we can kiss all those horrible political ads goodbye. Hooray! At least, someone can kiss them goodbye. I'm not kissing any, because I don't know where those ads have been. There's been some pretty scary people buying ad time. If you told me that the Mafia had a Super-PAC, I wouldn't even blink. I think that we should ban all political ads from the media, and the politicians should do like they used to do, which is get out and actually talk to people. It worked for Abraham Lincoln, it should work for everyone else. It's easier to take the measure of a candidate when they are ten feet away as opposed to in a little box in your entertainment center.
My fear of commitment has been on overdrive; as soon as I decided that I would sign up for NaNoWriMo, my brain came up with a kajillion reasons that I should not. You don't have time, my brain said. You'll never make 50,000 words, it said. You'll put your eye out! it said. I signed up anyway. I'm going to at least attempt to do this, give it a good faith effort. If I succeed, then yay me. If I don't, then yay me.
I am visiting Stacy over at Stacy Uncorked today. I hope that she has recovered sufficiently from the evil Hurricane Sandy. Check her out!