I keep drafting what I think are calm, well-grounded tweets about process, throwing cold water on conspiracy theories, etc., then realize I am just asking to get stomped on (and not in the fun way) and delete what I've written. #noxp
The Iowa caucus process is PROFOUNDLY weird: caucusers whose first choices fall under 15% can change their choice in a second round, then THAT gets weighted by the total votes per precinct to determine "state delegate equivalents," which is the final number that counts. Hold off on drinking in either celebration or despair until the SDEs get announced.
"Oh, that's gotta hurt. Isn't stomping the opposing coach like that a penalty, Bob?" "Yes, Dave, but the last ref who threw a flag on her got swallowed whole, so I think they'll let the play stand."
I'm trying not to envision a "game" between a squad of humans and a giant coyote'taur, but I am failing.
Me: These commercials are terrible. I thought they were supposed to be the best part of the game!
Serrano: Did you hear that on a commercial?
Serrano: I'm just saying
I'm not saying this game would be more exciting if one team was replaced with a giant, I'm saying I'm pretty sure ALL games would be more exciting that way
Serrano, watching the halftime show: My band should perform this show someday.
Me: I don't think they'll let you be bigger than the stadium.
Serrano: I don't think they can stop us.
Considering innocently asking Serrano how they get out onto the field to paint the "1st and 10" arrows so fast between plays, but she'll probably bite me.
Me: You'd be a good goalie, Serrano, with the whole coyote'taur thing.
Serrano: football doesn't have goalies
Me: Whatever. Eat that knight in the Bud Light ad.
Serrano: on it
Getting into a debate with people you basically agree with but who are angry you’re not agreeing hard enough, damn you, is sure a lot of fun, and excellent for mild depression #noxp