Faneuil Hall Looked Lovely Last Night

There it is. The remnants of last evenings election party. It was just Laura and I, but we had a good time following the live fb'ing, hearing Wolf Blitzer shriek every time he saw a close race and playing with the online interactive electoral college maps. We might use the electoral system to make decisions around the house from now on, like what's Ohio telling us is for dinner, or what does Colorado think we should do on our day off (hmm). Favorite lines on fb were:

"I guess Claire McCaskill had a way of shutting that whole thing down"

"Diane Sawyer is either wicked blotto or having a stroke"

"Aww, I was really looking forward to getting my own planet"

"The trailer for Lincoln looks really good"

 

Presidential race aside, it's quite an impressive result in the Senate and cool to see provisions passing in Maine, Maryland and (I think) Washington. I've been following it as much as a anyone can and I'm mostly relieved it's over. I guess I'll stay tuned to see what happens next. But first... oatmeal.

Underage Voting Is No Laughing Matter

First Of May

Did you know that Hitler was announced dead On May 1st, 1945?

Hard to miss the headlines today. Even last night watching the Mets/Phillies game and the sudden, mysteriously growing chant of USA from the crowd seemed to confuse the players. Camera shots of breaking news reports on cellphone screens and an immediate and unusual conversation shift from stats to military operations, I ended up switched to a real news station to watch the speech. Heard Obama interrupted Trumps beloved TV show with the announcement. Classy. Facebook blows up with precision patriotism and elegantly photoshopped art (see above). From the royal wedding to the death of a villain, so ends a Disney week. Back to it. The Mets won in 14 innings.

Bailed On History

Would these last couple days prove to be historic? We arrived wide-eyed on Sunday, everyone excited, mainly the Southerners who'd never seen snow, or geese?, but also at the thought of being on location for one of the most relevant events possibly of our lives. We got right down to work, constructing a routine worthy of such a day, never once faltering or at a loss for billowing effect or layered countenance. Energy began to build as we paraded in front of mock audience in sub-zero temperature and sub-standard surrogate. The day had come and travel into the heart of the grounds where ceremonies that were sure to instill hope and inject piety upon a nation would be unfolding before our very eyes. The masterful performance of Yo Yo Ma & Itzhak Perlman, the simple but brilliant prose of Elizabeth Alexander, a brobdingnagian grey bow worn atop a Queen of Soul, the unifying power of benediction by Joseph Lowery, the induction of the free world's very first 'minority' leader, and the realization of a goal achieved long before our own existence had been considered. It was to be a momentous occasion and I was sure to be moved, as I had tickets for the best seat in the house.

On my couch in my bathrobe sipping some hot tea.

But look at these sweet shots I got.











That last one was just kinda cute so I included it.

Incumbent; Indeed

First off let me say that I am SO getting one of those fancy-schmancy touch screen computer polling systems installed in my house; STAT! I can see it now: "I've always wondered what percentage of Post Graduate Hispanic Born Again Evangelicals prefer Coke over Pepsi" or "Hey guys wanna find out what percentage of Gay Right Wing Muslims in Arkansas watch Letterman instead of Leno?". The possibilites are limitless.

That said, new president.Barack Obama. Gave quite the speech in Grant Park. Wonder if my sister was there. Lots to do. Lots to see. Lots to fix. I wonder what you do right after you're elected president. Think he's at home on his couch in boxers and a wife beater watching ESPN or Air Force One and taking notes? Think he's running around a hotel in his bathrobe singing "Florida loves me baby!". Think he's prank calling Joe Lieberman? I think some things are better left to the imagination.

Cereal Elect

I'm interested to see which cereal this fine country will be eating for the next 4 years. I love me the wholesome goodness of Obama O's, but sometimes I do have an urge for some sugary sweet Cap'n McCain's. But let's face it, neither of them are perfect. You'll always feel the need to add something to Obama O's like a spoonful of sugar or bananas or something, and Cap'n McCain's cut the roof of your mouth.

It's a lose/lose.

click on them there links to hear a frisky little jingle for each candidate

Mano A Mano, Hermano

Today be the day