Is Seatown, Is Not Seatown

...is not to say I don't have one.

As much as I'd be tempted to rant about work, my roommate issues, family, friends, my health, my spleen (it's doing quite well in tropical Antarctica), or my non-existant pet...I'll skip that kind of stuff. I could meta-rant about those discussions, but they don't fill me with glee and happiness.

I almost bought a wireless router this past weekend, but I'm waiting until my roommate leaves, so I can start with a virus-free environment. Ah. And it's money I don't honestly need to spend.

I missed a political debate with passing acquaintances. It would have been fun, but painful (almost like a girlfriend I won't describe). Fun, as in, seeing what they think of the world. Painful, because last debate we had was gay marriage, and it was basically a yes-go-round. (Yes, there isn't a good reason that exists solely based on opposite gender; yes, marriage is fine as a social/religious expression; yes, marriage-in-eyes-of-state is basically a civil union recognizing a set of rights that are too numerous to be drawn up separately.)