I'm Qualified to Vote!!!

Are you qualified to vote? I am, so I will (just kidding, in that I was going to vote anyway...disregarding the results of this highly scientific exam):













I'm embarrassed to admit that I got two questions wrong (both for the same person: I guessed the wrong guy, but the right position for the wrong guy...which still equals 2 wrong answers). If you really want to know, I'll tell you which one, but I don't want to ruin it for everyone else (they were the second hardest questions on the test, so I don't feel all that bad...I got the hardest questions correct). It's disconcerting to note that most people can identify the actors, but a large majority of people cannot identify the Speaker of the House, or a Supreme Judge. Now...back to something a little more important....Where did I place my Hot Pocket?? Hello...where are you, you tender pepperoni pastry of the Gods?!? Where the....Ooops...I'm sitting on it.......it's still good....and warm.....mmmm.....good and warm.

What the?? Who the? Why the?

What is that? That, my friends, is the Chicago Bell, and it tolls for thee. Alert the troops, warn the citizens, batten down the hatches, seal the doors, take your Malox, and follow me...we're headed back. It's been 8 months, my hangover is gone, and I'm ready to give it 'nother go. It reminds me of a Haiku I once wrote about the City of Winds:

Fickle friend, indeed.
Beers one night, headaches the rest.
Et Tu, Chicago?