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