Yay. Boo.

This makes me happy: the Log Cabin Republicans have voted not to endorse Bush for President. Of course, that doesn't necessarily mean that they're going to support Kerry. Alas.

This makes me unhappy. My brilliant-in-her-own-special-way roommate from BC started an oil fire in the kitchen last night. She makes popcorn in a pot, which I support, because it can turn out quite yummy. Except that she doesn't know how to. Usually, she just puts the oil and the kernels into the pot and leaves it covered on the stove. This is bad, since all the kernels on the bottom burn and get stuck to the pot and then pots get ruined. The key to popcorn on the stove is shaking the pot. Last night, I got home from the worst day at work every (no, seriously, the worst day ever), and I was standing in front of the sink drinking a glass of water. The roommate was in the living room and I could see that she had a pot on the stove with a cover on it and figured she was probably making popcorn because all the seasonings that she usually puts in were on the counter. The pot started smoking and she came back into the kitchen. When she removed the cover, the oil--there was only oil in the pot--burst into flames. Luckily, I was still in front of the sink, so she couldn't get to it. I said calmly, 'Put the cover back on. Put the cover back on.' Her first instinct had been to douse it with water. She explained that she thought that if she heated the oil first that it wouldn't burn the popcorn to the bottom. I explained to her that if she was going to make popcorn on the stove that, yes, she had to heat the oil first--not that much, though--and that she had to shake the pot. I'm a horrible person for part of me wishing that I wasn't there to prevent her from trying to douse it with water, right?

The pot is still on the stove and it looks pretty well ruined. It's mine. Well, it was mine anyway.

I guess I'll go see if I can wash it. No, I take it back. I'll just tell her to buy me a new one. And not one from the dollar store. One of whatever brand it was.

Another thing that makes me unhappy is my lack of coffee. This is a horribly bad thing that must be rectified. Soon.